Mind drought

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Bassically made it up as I go along. Based on what it's like to have no idea's. Not a very good Idea for a poem, but it's the best I can think about.

Submitted: October 30, 2008

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Mind drought,

Words clutter me no longer,

once they cascaded, a waterfall of words,

Now my mind lies dormant.

Mind drought,

a vast expanse of nothing,

serving no purpose.

I wander, Ever searching,

My mind, a lonely wanderer

He sees a way out!

a means of escape!

he struggles forward,

Escape, so close

Just within reach.

It vanishes.

Lonely wanderer, Forsaken

forsaken to ever wander the hall of the empty library,

Broken, broken.

He sees a way out!

A means of escape!

Escape, so close

Just within reach.

It vanishes.

The library taunts him,

and boredom and frustration claims his mind.

erratic thoughts, twirl through his mind,

an elegant ballerina,

Broken, Broken.

Escape within reach,

No longer does he rush forward, he merely laughs,

Laughs at the library's attempt to claim him.

The lonely wanderer, even walking.

Walking on.


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