The Labyrinth of My Mind

The mind has its own ways

Of showing how to praise

Praise life and love

And any of the other above.

My mind is not that assessable

It is thoughts incompressible

Sometimes filled with delight

But mostly brimming with raging voids of sorrow

Threatening to ignite.

Some days

It has its ways

Of making me confused

That or bemused.

My mind is complicated like a maze

Always leaving me in this confused haze:

“Why can’t I just figure this out

And just get it out with a shout?”

You have to understand

That even though most view it as bland

My mind has its own will

Always threatening to spill

Out all the crazy

I have until now kept lazy.

Author's Note

hm...

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

not bad at all really, I think you could still do better though

[Amanda J. S.]

I'll try! :-)

[Amanda]

I like it :) great job as usualy

[Amanda J. S.]

Thank you :-)

[RYDER]

gr8 job

[Amanda J. S.]

Thank you!

[RYDER]

i m jst admiring the talent