Tears, like rain wash my face,
soothing away pain, erasing blame
from my troubled mind.
Seeking peace hidden, so securely in misery.
So much beauty in the past, fading quickly like,
A passing storm. Warm drops of tears, like dew
caress my face, mesmerizing, tantalizing
memories dance across my troubled mind
but move away as I draw near. Vision barely clear.
A veil of sadness hides my heart, conceals my soul.
Forcing my troubled mind to rewind, to a time
of peace,
short-lived as always.
These are thoughts of a troubled mind,
Rewinding memories better off forgotten,
Swapping truth for fairy-tales, viewing the world and its inhabitants as
obstacles.
Too heavy to budge, too huge to go around,
too scary to face head on.
But I must.
Troubled mind or not.
It's my mind, and it's the only one I've got.
