My mind is brightened
And then it gets darkened by an invasion
All these random thoughts came without an invitation, they called themselves depression
They begin to move my energy in a different direction
Completely ignoring my suggestions
Then it begins to enjoy the rejections, all the aggression
I start obsessing on my imperfections
Completely ignoring my precious connection to my state of mind to Heaven
What once was special itโs now a deception
My mind is in a deep detention concentration
Itโs a challenge to hunt for the corrections
It takes a huge amount of attention on reflection
You must put your faith in your protection
You must make corrections and travel to the next dimension
Before it becomes a weapon and spreads like an infection
Categories: poetry
I’m a fan of the first half of this but a bit lost in the second.
That’s the beauty of poetry and art, you either get it or you don’t. It’s a matter of perspective and sometimes experience. One of the reasons I write poetry is because some people can relate to it and the ones that don’t, that’s okay too ๐
This is so true – perspective, experience. Also, I think, state of mind. Itโs a given that not everyone will get what we write. But the heck, we still write. ๐
Exactly ๐