Subconciousness

One must realize that the only description that can be given to words is their own. Anything else is folly.

This feeling that I cannot shake, permeates my every thought

I cannot focus and cannot think, for everything is overshadowed

By the singular focus of my minds own mind, which I cannot control

And yet despite how lost I feel, by this thought that brings a cloud over existence

It is also my source of reason, but not reason of intellect

But of sanity, of will to live; I feel renewed in purpose

As the singular idea, focus of my mind’s mind

Consumes my thoughts and leaves me wanting.

Reviews

[Alake Faith]

ThIs great, "the mind of my mind which I can not control."

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Beautifully written. A 'lust for life' I think, which is something I always love to read.

[Zalinthel]

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