The Skeletons In The Closet of My Diluted Mind

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Now, this I wrote during one of my dreary days after a night of sleeplessness. I was certainly in zombie mode this day, and so I'd little choice in the matter but to let flow from my fingertips whatever wanted to spill onto the page. Be mindful that these words came from a tired soul and mind adrift on the anals of mans dreams.

Submitted: April 16, 2009

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The Skeletons in The Closet of My Diluted Mind  by Jeff Nevison
Sun-driven hope disperses as night falls to shameful reminders of those many days
Into my empty closet of cluttering skeletons I climb; they welcome me with delight
Conversing amongst one another, we hold esteem for nothing, remembering everything
Pain drives us on in our dabbling with the many memories of past fruitful failures
One-by-one my skeletons jump from a closet of delusion and despair; no one to embrace
An unsuspecting world ignores the glorious entry of the wretched collection of bones
Again unwelcomed by the world, as so in life, they climb back in where I await them anxiously
I find the courage to speak through my disillusionment to the ones that make who I am
A lost soul with skeletons in his mind’s closet is left alone to his multiple-personalities
Nothing changed and nothing the same, he is okay to be with the skeletons who understand
The skeletons are he, and he is them; each one representing a time of difficulty in his life
He would trade them in for nothing, for they are the driving force that keeps him going


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