I stare deep into the mirror, but hit a blank wall painted as black as a raven;
The noise gets louder and louder in the quietness of my mind,
So many heads around, but I’m trapped in a solitude that’s one of a kind;
As I delve deeper and deeper into the ocean of my thoughts,
I keep going places, wandering over lands with myriad cultures, lush grass covering all the spots;
A child keeps laughing, playing with a broken toy,
How happy he looks, the innocence of ignorance even God can’t destroy;
Funny how these visions reflect the very rudiments of my cognition,
As I stand on a ledge over the grandeur of my subtle imagination;
Is there another soul dawdling through this realm uncouth, but real?
I hear echoes from far and near, so many voices that I cannot deal!
‘There’s light in the end of the tunnel’, they always say,
But to the blind, light is a luxury they can’t afford to pay!
By the caravan of thoughts they can travel as far as they plea,
To the lands of chaotic pleasure, away from this insanity.
© thegirlonthego08 2017
Thoughts (A Poem) – http://wp.me/p6NnN4-60
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