In distances of torment
Where undeciding flow of thoughts reside
The body trembles violently
Mental gaps in a stream of worry,
Calls for unprecedented moves in action.
Shout the flame of help,
And confusion reigns as none comprehends.
The mind is full of mysteries.
One of questionables but rather left unquestioned
Not because of its mysteries it presents
But by negligence...oops...ignorance of its charm.
~MaHaMo~
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Mental Tunes
PoetryA vessel of problem-solving toppled over to reveal its content faster other than picking carefully. By so doing, a once admirable charm becomes useless and vague
