Collection of Mystical Poetry

The Writing Feather

It was a beautiful day

Of the month of may

When Mike decided

That it was too much acid

So he finally tried

To go beyond the mind

And its conflicts of depression

That rotted him for no reason

Mike joined a new circle

Of people who wanted to write

And to speak of their lives with a light

Because they also have things to handle

Mike doesn't say a word

He is not shy but anchored

In a scheme of thoughts,

Broken by a spiritual drought

Until an old lady comes to see

The reason why he chose to be

Apart of them

Their Carpe Diem

So was the day when Alana

Without knowing Mike's combat

Helped him to feel better

After being lost for so many years.