A solemn look on its face,
Glaring as it sways its fragile arms,
It's branches stretched,
Casting shadows like that of night terrors,
And I stare no longer,
As the anchors of my body pull,
The wind in my lungs blow soft,
My legs melt,
Loose and motionless as logs,
The cepheid glows in my eyes,
A looming thought,
And bliss,
It all fades.
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Poems of a Clouded Mind
PoesíaLost in the insignificance of life and pondering escape, the selections of poems depict the frustrations, ideas and ideals, the saddest moments and exhilarating experiences.
