The Mind

The mind is never quiet

It's soft voice never loud

Waiting for time

Time to be heard

It takes me to places

I wouldn't go

Some I wish to

Only for a few

The visions of some force

Some show pleasure

A companion on the course

Some show suffering

Hearts breaking, voices hoarse

Deep in the mind

I visit in late night

It finds me in quiet

Soothes my plight

A dark theme plays

It's notes soothe

The visitor's stays

The mind is never weak

It takes it's time

To softly speak

To those who slow

To take notice

Reviews

[Shy Girl]

My favorite part is:
“A dark theme plays
Its notes soothe
The visitor’s stays”

That right there gave me chills. I haven’t written is a great while so I can’t put into words the reason why I got chills. Just that a symphony of darkness never wanders far.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. The mind can never rest. Always moving and pondering new ideas. Hard to find silence. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote