Beside you my mind is silent,
Beside you my mind is clear,
Beside you I only half exist,
The bad parts are no longer there,
My identity is now a matrix of numbers,
A maze of colors,
A bed of flowers,
That I trade so easily for my fortress,
Of solitude and desperation,
I have no clue as to why,
No theory as to the cause,
Not the smallest inkling of inclination,
There's a wall between us,
Perhaps one I built myself,
I do that sometimes,
I find ways to endanger my health,
I speak too fast,
Either that or I speak too much,
And other times I don't say enough at all,
I somehow managed to revert to what it was before,
Yet another reason I hate the world,
It's way too big and yet much too small,
So to mean the world to me,
Is to mean nothing at all,
To be on my mind,
Means you exist as a droplet of water,
Amongst the waves of the sea,
You're of the world,
So you mean everything and yet nothing to me.
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End of The Road- Poetry By Bruce
PoésieEnd of The Road follows a poetic journey through the pain of heartbreak, the path to recovery, and the emotions present from atop the summit of the mountain of healing. With the added bonus of some extra emotions and thoughts captured during the jou...
