pain poetry

My mind

My mind is like an eluded wind howling back and forth without a predetermined destination.

Round and round my thoughts go,migraines and headaches keep dealing me a great blow.

Emotions and thoughts lock up inside of me,letting them go would only bring more peril and despair to me.

Alas,I'm only but human,if I had my way,I would walk out of this secluded body of mine and into the wide open spaces where my mind longs to be with thine.

Night falls and my insomnia calls,even when I fall asleep, I can still hear the voice of my spectre growl deep ,my heart is clear as a whistle but my mind is continuously pierced with thistles.

My mind runs through space and time,I know its truth but my mind declines. I really wish there was something to put my heart and mind at ease,harder still it will only bring me more grief.