White clouds everywhere,
My mind is blinded
by the fog that covers my eyes.
It keeps my hands bound,
Bound to the desk,
Thwarting my train of thought,
tossing my imagination deep into the abyss.Staring at a blank page,
Which is as colourless as the Plague.
Eating away my ideas
which I once had,
my brain, filled with nothingness,
can sometimes be bad.Brutal white clouds,
why don't you go?
You only cause me trouble,
Encouraging my brain to say no.
When I think of an idea,
You bury it deep,
Somewhere that cannot be found,
Like it is in a safe keep.My brain is the lock
And I am the keys.
I can't find the correct one
Which unlocks the passage that's right for me.I need more time to think of something good.
Even when I do, my mind just stood,
Without any movement between each cell.
The brain waves pass slowly
and crash like hell.Now my head's in pain
And there's still no gain,
The page is still white
Like the foggy rain.
No more thoughts,
No more cries,
All I need to do
is rest my eyes.Now it's time to rest and say goodbye,
Let's go and take a break,
Until another time,
Trying to think past
This blank mind.
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Random Poems - The Comms Life
PoesíaSo these are poems that I have written either in class or in my own spare time haha hope you guys enjoy reading them Ps If anyone wants me to write a poem please don't be shy I would be quite happy to do so :)