I lay awake in my bed.
Trying to sing like a canary.
Lying is bad.
Hating is good.
I'm alive and hurt.
My mind is strong, but my bodyis weak.
Strength is fragile truth betold.
My mind may be strong.
My intellect is beyond anycritical point.
Computers overload.
Telephones ring.
Microwaves explode.
Strength is fragile.
YOU ARE READING
Welcome to My Mind: A Book of Poems.
PoetryWelcome to my mind. These are poems kept from over the years and have continued to be written. I tend to keep things bottled inside so it's a type of therapy for myself. I'd like to share a bit of what goes on inside my mind with you.
