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06/30/2006
Prisoner of the Mind
Prisoner of the mind
is what life has made out of me.
Every flower that I touched
turned into a damnation, a forlorn curse.
How much you want me to pretend…
That I am not dead yet?
How much do I have to smile…
To hide the tears?
The mind is causing me all the pain
Showing me motifs that just don’t fade.
Like a charlatan… fighting hidden demons
Like a child…chasing imaginary butterflies.
Existence is blurred
In a mire of emotions.
A steely silence lulls me to sleep
Only to jostle me up the next moment.
With imaginary silhouettes clouding my senses
Doomed for life… in a living hell.
After all, what else can you say of a man
Who’s but a prisoner of his own mind!
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Comments
I found your pages quite by accident.............I was blown away by the quiddity..........your work evoked a quality I would like to create in my own. Sending you a smile from across the continents. Don't stop writing because you placed some beautiful verbal images in my mind and now I want to do what I do best and translate them into a visual canvas of colour. From the painter to the poet have a wonderfully, creative day.
Posted by: Misha | 07/04/2006
beautiful..
everyone has been turned to be a prisoner of the mind nowadays!!
No time to do what u love to do.. just carrying on wid the routine of life judging every action of ours as well as of others' using only our mind and not our heart!
Posted by: rt | 08/11/2006