dark thoughts swirl around
taking shape in the shadows of my mind
obscure and faint
yet with the definition and clarity of an architect's blueprint
emotions so difficult to describe
trickling like raindrops on my windowsill
echoing in the emptiness of the room
while my mind scrambles for rest...
a thousand words yearn to spill forth
spewing meaning, anger, contentment or peace
i look at the nonstop swirling motion
mute, in the face of such confusion
words must be set free
when the mind is calm
fickle words start torrents
they do not soothe troubled waters
calmness is hard to strive for
when the mind yearns otherwise
anger and confusion are sisters
bound tight like conjoined twins at birth..
be rational, i must
awhile it may take
lessons learn, i must
the hard way always...
by Angela Archana Vincent @ 6.35pm August 9, 2008
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