A fleshy, fragile thing
It thinks itself the most important being
Encased in a tomb of bone and muscle
Am I the body or the brain?
At night my mind sends me to arduous places
I toss and turn and I am haunted by ghostly faces
When I am awake my mind is restless
Haunted by a different thing
My brain coalesces
Thoughts and fears and thoughts again
My Brain. My Brain. My Brain.
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Fears and Love with Cream and Cookies
PoetryI've always wanted to try writing poetry. I think it's an amazing way to reflect on emotions and trauma. This is something I want to write in order to process some trauma, fears and deep emotions that at times I find difficult to process. Thank you...
