Chaotic mind

 

My chaotic mind abstractly

paints pictures,

messy, sketched lines

on scraps of torn paper.

Jagged edges.

Paper cut, blood drips,

to fill with colour

the image beneath,

a stitched up rose

between fang-like teeth.

 

My absent mind

sits distracted

as the paper palace

around silently collapses.

All the frayed lines,

blood weighing down,

the paper soaked,

saturated.

Stillness encroaches

over the shimmering

waters of time.

 

My distraught mind,

caught in a taught fishing line,

dangled in front of blinking eyes.

Is this how the soul dies 

and is given a chance to arise?

I prise the thoughts

from my unconscious mind,

from my still beating heart,

from the insides

of this paper thin shell,

and I think to myself

only time will tell.

 

 

 

 

 

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