late nights as such
undergo mind construction
twirl around the merry go-around
often this path is taken
get rather intoxicated
simply slip past these angst feelings....lingering
snap these walls a part
allow this mind to become deserted of thoughts
...a distant mind
so near yet so far
Please tell me what you think
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Oh. This is a very interesting poem that you have written.
It's not a happy one but it does seem very honest and open. It made me think of someone sitting in the dark on their couch in thier living room and trying to get past the worst of their feelings. It sounds like a real struggle. I hope that you find that light that you're reaching for. I think that you did a good job of expressing yourself here.
