Brecon's Poetry Book...

A Complicated Place

My mind is a very complicated place.
A space compiled full to the brim with junk,
but you will never see something revealed so spotless.

Lines, curves, waves all merge together
making it impossible to tell which is which.
They dance far too wildly for me to catch up.

My mind is a very complicated place.
I live inside it - some would say too much,
but I can't seem to find the way out.

There are maps of dreams, doubts, delusional fears
clouding and crowding their way into every corner.
Which way is left, right, up or down?

"Is this a friend?" It asks.
I reply a simple, "yes."
and there is that all too familiar feeling.

I don't know what I'm trying to say
My heart strikes faster, breathing gets quicker, head feels lighter
All I know is one thing...

my mind is a very complicated place;
pray you don't have to visit.

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I don't really know how I feel about this one...I wrote this in like half an hour.
Enjoy, I guess?