PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My mind broken and cracked, yet keeping in mind what I currently lack.

Forcus to better myself of what I am, not claiming to be perfect that of a divine because of being damned.

But there is hope to this formality, because I am the shaper of this world and it's reality.

Forming what I must within the gravity, hoping to choice the right actions with every activity.

Not a form to be feared, just one that has been riddled and smeared.

My brain is not what it used to be, still alive because there is more to do and more to see.

Stronger yet I dare not to believe, mind of abstract torn and broken but still free.

I'm me you see, honed to my own fears that have been haunting me.

All I want is to be understood for what is real, to know that I am still alive and worth to bear, make my mind clear.

Abstract to notions while brewing up the potion, hoping to clear all of the riddles that have been in motion.

To know you are still here drives my devotion, soothing as ocean is where I want my emotion.

Forever beyond the sake of infinity, abtracted by the divinity, born again to do what have been needed of me.

Mind of Abtract, the trinity to be.