My mind

My mind

My mind is a river without banks

Flowing from and to nothing.

My thoughts are wild and loud

My mood rises and falls like the waves.

My mind is also an ocean.

Sometimes calm and still.

But it also rages wild swallowing boats

Laughing at the fishermen's shrill.

My mind is a puddle of muddy water

People play with it and still look at it with disgust.

The dirt of lost hope stirred

To mix with the drops of my sanity

Driving me crazy, I lose my purity.

My mind is a snapped rubber band

That still tries to extend

Trying to hold together all the dandelions

I've been wishing upon

with not one of them coming to pass.

My mind is a graveyard of dead parts of people

The dead love that ceased to exist.

My mind is fire.

It burns everything that's thrown it's way.

My mind's my funeral pyre

Turning me to ashes as the music plays.

My mind is the ever receding horizon

I've been running behind it all my life.

I run after it like little children chase the moon on their bicycles.

So 'not enough', but the best they could do.

My mind is a deep dark cave with scribblings on its walls

It once housed the people who don't live there anymore.

But they inscribe their stories on the walls of my mind

That when you look at it, you'll see mysteries unwind.

My mind is the wind that no one can see

Sometimes it's calm, a lovely Breeze

That makes blonde hair dance and

Makes the rustle in the leaves.

But it also has the power to stir the Atlantic sea

Causing ships to be tossed on the waves

With the captain praying for life, on his knees.

My mind is me.

I know not anything of it.

But in my mind I'm free,

Though harsh and hostile, I'm at least me.