thoughts come into mind
too unusual to make sense
too beautiful to be real
nothing seems to fit together
as the world closes in
then becomes as a blank page
i try to hold on to words
but they’re too elusive
they taunt as they slither off
into an abyss of black and gray
daring what was real a moment ago
to speak out, to scream of nothingness
come back sweet thoughts
calm my twisting brain
hold me in the arms of your embrace
make me feel your strength
your message waiting to be heard
let me savor you for just a moment
then, just as i start to fall into my trap
the place i’ve created with my wasted thoughts
i see ahead that lovely place
where those thoughts have risen
and the world finally can know
my mind wasn’t so wasted after all
dee garner
©september 28, 2009
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! Very nicely done! j 
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Dee
Who decided what "sound" is, and how sound were they? 
Keep penning, Poet. One suggestion, though; you might consider changing the color of your font, as it kinda faded into the background a bit. 
