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Mismatched.
Mismatched is my mind.
Alone in the quite, as birds sing the blues.
The sky changes color as time consumes the
ocean of my mind, and never lets the flower
blossom.
Mismatched is my mind.
A knock is heard on the door, but he's not
awake enough to hear. The quietness only
becomes louder every second the clock ticks
further.
Mismatched is my mind.
The coffee on the counter steams away,
becoming nothing but dark liquid that
doesn't have the desire to be drunk
anymore. The milk made it's way to the top,
and sat in utmost peace or perhaps as a
loner.
Mismatched is my mind.
The desire of everything washed away, as he
rests on the bed, internally weeping away.
The phone keeps on ringing but he is too
busy counting each tick passing away.
Mismatched is my mind.
Constantly reminding me how there is no
one who can see, because of the veil which
covers the hearts.
Mismatched is my mind.
Where the closest people to me only know
how to misunderstand me, so I sit tapping
my finger tips and holding onto a string of
hope that may not fail me.
Mismatched is my mind.
What happens next, I don't want to see. I
can't be dependent on anyone, not even me.
Mismatched is my mind.
Where God only sees, and the rest stay blind
as the time ticks further-
Mismatched is my mind.
Life is already leaving. When it has left,
perhaps they will wake from sleep.
Mismatched.
Loner Milk
Welcome to postpoems.org/user. It has been some time since I read such fine work and I feel rejeuvenated and (just and simply) fine. I would welcome your comments on my poems. Encore. Encore. ~Lady A~
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Thank you. I really
Thank you. I really appreciate your kind words.
Please look forward to more of my work.
I shall definitely check your writing as well!