Inside head,
where is that.
My inner voice,
screaming noise,
lives there.
None can see,
none except me,
creatures in this cage.
Darkness is their flesh,
stashed in my eyes.
Sacred isles,
in oceans of green.
YOU ARE READING
A Dimming Mind
PoetryA preview of a few poems from A Dimming Mind poetry collection. - I've pondered various ways to describe this book, but none felt right. It's not your conventional book-it's a collection of memories, my memories gathered over the years. The first po...
