Sometimes it comes back strong,
begging to clear the mind
and get back in control.
Though that thought leads nowhere
but to gas canisters
and computer cleaners,
the head longs for popping
and destruction within.
My heart is reluctant,
screaming to put it down
and to get back in charge,
but the mind is awful
and needs to be destroyed.
For a few split moments
all thoughts are relinquished,
though immediately
they are back in full force.
My heart suffered losses
far greater than the mind,
but one day it will die.
Who cares about the cost?
Please tell me what you think
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I like it
I don't see so much torment in here as I feel it is written from another side. I like it. Who cares about the cost? -
Makes one think, these lines do -check they are back in full force - y after the; unusual way to express that turmoil one feels -
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Oh i like how this one unfold smoothly from the page... i like the introductory opening the imagery and the emotional decriptive expreion you held my attention through to the ending ...Yeah we live and one day we die but it is life and there is no price more worthy than life. Nicely penned. Thank you for the pleasure of the read.
. Rewarded 4
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This poem is clever and creative. You have expressed your thoughts and feelings well. The torment felt is quite evident and displayed quite logically. well done dear poet.
. Rewarded 4
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