optimistic daisies

i tell myself:
there will be an end to my guttered mind
i will soon see the gap in which the current tumbles


but my mind,
it likes to drag itself out ; prolonged thoughts
like tired red carpet for the trampling and marvel


i tell myself:
these thoughts, ill let them ponder then die
like a wingless bird stranded in lava lands

       and those yellow and orange tongues
they skin me raw once again


but my mind,
is a fascinating procrastination
of a whirlwind of horror

beauty;
in its own existence. i'll let it live
like optimistic daisies on a lone field of graves

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[Pól]

Brilliant