Burdened Mind

Think fast, O burdened mind!

Set me on fire

My arms tied behind.

Show me patterns of things unseen

Or turn to dust, feeble machine.

Long days ago my spirit resigned

Packed up its things 

And left me behind.

Senses deadened, asphyxiated

Laden with problems that I created.

Author's Note

Work In Progress. Tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I so get that feeble machine.. short and powerful.. I love it..x