THOUGHT
Into dark shapes of solitary thought,
My mind wanders, awake,and Pity is brought
From far away nightmares. The blows of Fate
Disturbing the calm waters. Wonders brake
The seals of teal blue capsules. Poison flows
Leaving a trail of pain, under my brow.
Into deep mires, black, my mind is wrought.
The strangest solitude washing my thoughts .
I come to life again, and with a pang
I feel the sharp and poignant bite . Who's fang
But of that Serpent that stalks my dreams,
With hellish coils. The whirling silver streams
Of memories that come in waves of grief ;
And treads my barren shores just like a thief.
Into the heart of thought, my mind is placed.
And wanders in the Reason's land, and graze
The green tall pastures of experience found,
While falling broke in pieces to the ground.
