White Noise

The tainted mind appeared unsightly.

Bearing only its own words

it searched for itself in the shrouded earth.

All it wanted was the mind and spirit to get along.

Genuine feeling beyond but preceding

the mind's masochistic desire searching

just for that.

It erupted within itself, crying but achieving nothing.

It peeled

but learned

of themself.

They figured that out

Only their mind was there.

Itself was with them.

Working towards that better self

They chose to be beyond itself.

Knowing themself anew -

They chose to wake.

They were at peace.

Author's Note

This is my first poem on this site. It is also my first poem that was not written for academics.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Awesome flow. Made the reader feel like the white noise was internal and keeping the poetic persona steady. Thanks for sharing. /Frederick.

[Quinn514]

Thank you!