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Mind Ache

The trap of the mind,
Hunters caged prey,

Stuck in a wasps nest,
Like a needle in hay.

Drowning in sea,
Sinking in sand.

Racing motors,
Zig zagging through land,

A constant chatter,
Exacerbating head ache,

Looking for fish,
In a murky lake.

Stuck on a treadmill,
Going too fast.

Running a race,
Always coming last.

Butterfly’s parade,
For no reason,

Heart quickens,
During social season.

Everything’s grey,
Even the sun.

A flower once pretty,
Lifeless and glum.

Fallen leafs,
Lost their magic.

A beautiful candle,
Made without a wick. 

Words get stuck,
Upon the chest.

Silence the noise,
Give it a rest.

 

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Marion

Great imagery to describe the chaos...enjoyed the read ?

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Being Me

I agree with Marion, great imagery here x

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The fish of the sea

Wow Sam! This is such an amazing write and unfortunately one that from personal experience I resonate with greatly... I love how you skip and jump with your phrases and imagery to explain your circumstances. Such a simple and clever clever write. Thanks and all the best. The Fish of the Sea.

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Sammy Maddra

Thank you ever so much, it’s so lovely to have nice feedback xx

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