A Carousel Mind

A mind awaits, to be cleansed,
In dream repetition, of constant inquest,
The prophecy filled, in self mutilation, 
For the mind has no bearing, on conscious existence,

A scene poorly written, a play lacking plot,
Devoid of an ending, until you awaken,
The morning resigned, to loathing's intention,
The verdict unchanged, brain guilty of treason,

A body forsaken, in mind's constant failure,
To forage for strength, the soul remains fragile,
Self isolation's, sanctuary questioned,
A solitary mind, attained mistrust,

Apathy breeds, forced discontentment,
Lethargy leads, to hostile resentment,
A daily unravelling, of meaning & purpose,
Serves to deflect, a progress imagined,

A cycle now worn, the path so familiar, 
The reason to question, clouded in nature,
A carousel mind, in which to revolve,
The resolute contention, of lacking resolve.

©️ Copyright Graham Marshall 
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