When the Mind is Closed
Staff note: Lovely…
Reblogged from pervasivewritingdisorder February 21st, 2012 57 notes #poem #poetry #creative writing #writing #spilled inkWhen spores of midnight plague the brain
It clutches tight together,
Leaving space only for the operation of base instincts,
The things we enjoy the most
Become our world.When the mind is closed it is focused
Small like hunters, room for one single
Trail of thought, one simple
-and simplicity is the key
Concept.Suddenly a dull and scattered brain
Turned inwards, on one’s soul
Becomes a sharp and real mind
As it can be only for our
Universes.
