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My mind
Tick tick tick, the little watch whispers,
Each blurred whirlwind, my mind withers.
The vile arising, pushing warmth to my head.
Whispers seeping wishing i was- ...
No! Hush, heed not the loathsome thought.
Sooth the destructive toddler becoming wraught.
As my anger decsends upon the young..
Condemning the poor unsheilded one.
The little boy sobs in futile thrashing,
While the anger festers and begins her laughing.
Love invades with sympathetic eyes for the small child,
Arms open, he leaps to her comfort with vague pitied smile.
Anger shakes as she seeks victem on sadness,
Her pathetic trudge easily falling prey or the lioness.
Her rage feral against the awaiting sad soul.
Her eyes become more numb, glazed and dull.
My head thrashes while my heart twists in its own affliction.
My every emotion fights for the control while my soul accepts eviction.
