My Mind

Compartmented and started,

Ordered and dated,

My mind is a file folder,

Flipped through, closed, then crated.

On its smooth beige cover,

No sign of stress,

Its spotless manila,

Shows no markings or mess,

My thick outer cover seems calm and composed,

For the papers inside are never exposed.

Reviews

[Kelly Taylor]

I like the metaphors and imagery you created in this poem. Even though it's short, it's still creative and I really like it.

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

Good. Short and beautiful. I like it!

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

Good. Short and beautiful. I like it!