Work Of The Mind Poem by Lazarus Knix

Work Of The Mind



My mind passes time in a dark closet
That is, until reason says to stop it! -
For the fears that terrorize and lurk
Are often but imagination's work.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,work
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