Warped

Warped

A Poem by midnight reaper

Twisting the trees are
Twisting the thoughts are
Spiraling into the center
Spiraling into something not seen before
Mind bent by godly beings who inject my thoughts, bending and twisting them far from what they were
Mind bent by the constant swirling of past, present, and the mix of reality and dream
Looping as the mind processes new thoughts at the speed of light
Looping as everything becomes silent, vanishing from memory
Twisting the trees are
Twisting the thoughts are

© 2018 midnight reaper


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Is this poem about what you would describe the brain during thoughts? It's an amazing pieces, it got me thinking. Kind of funny that my question is with thought.

Posted 1 Year Ago


midnight reaper

1 Year Ago

The poem's meaning is up for discussion. Thank you so much for the review!

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Added on January 22, 2018
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