Tempest of the MindA Poem by AnnaTempest of the Mind Stiff blankets of solitude rest upon the skeleton of the lone fool, Defaced into a dull stone: Bare, vacant and unreadable Judgments of himself, are unclear by fabrications of dreams resistant to reality Hollow winds of menacing remarks demoralize him from the outside world Submerged chin-deep in tricks of the psyche: Obscurity, bleak and insane Daunting outsides do not frighten him His greatest fear dwells distant within the tempest of the mind. © 2015 AnnaFeatured Review
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