Confusion Eating My Mind

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    Confusion Eating My Mind

    ONFUSION IS GETTING INTO MY MIND AND EATING IT
    SLOWLY
    AS IF MY MIND WERE TO BE DIPPED IN BURNING ACID.
    INCH BY INCH,
    IT BEING DIPPED IN, THEN TOOKEN OUT
    FOR ME TO JUST SUFFER THE BURNING FLESH EATING PAIN
    OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
    THE ACID JUST KEEPS EATING AT MY MIND UNTILL I'M JUST FINISHED,
    THERES NOTHING LEFT OF ME
    AND I HAVE JUST GONE INTO TOTAL CRAZINESS.

    MY MIND STAYS SPEEDING IN EVERY WHICH WAY
    AS IF THERE WERE A LINE IN MY HEAD THATS NON-STOP GOING EVERY DIRECTION POSSIBAL.
    LEFT,
    RIGHT,
    HORIZONTAL,
    VERTICAL,
    UP
    DOWN.

    MY MIND ID CONTINUOSLY TRYING TO FOLLOW THAT LINE.
    THAT LINE
    LEADS TO THE RIGHT PATH OF HOW TO STOP ALL THIS
    CONFUSION IN THE HUMAN BRAIN.
    BUT NO,
    THE LINE KEEPS GOING IN EVERY DIRECTION BUT THE RIGHT ONE. MY MIND HAS TO FIND THAT DOOR
    THATS THERE
    TO STOP THE FLOW OF "CONFUSION"!

    SHALL I JUST "TRY" TO FORGET ABOUT IT ALL?
    KEY WORD:
    MAY IT BE
    TRY?

    I HAVE TRIED


    BUT AS SOON AS SOMEONE BRINGS UP ANYTHING
    THAT HAS SOMETHING
    TO DO WITH THE ONFUSION I HAVE
    "IT"
    STARTS HAPPENING AGAIN
    AND AGAIN.
    THE CONSTANT DIP OF THE MIND BEING SLOWLY DIPPED IN THE
    ACID.

    AS CONSTANT AS YOU BREATH.
    ONE MISSISSIPPI,
    DIP,
    TWO
    MISSISSIPPI,
    DIP,
    AND SO FOURTH.

    I HAVE A SILENT CRY
    THAT LASTER A MATTER OF ANYWHERE BETWEEN 10 SECONDS TO A MINUTE.

    I PICK UP THAT PENCIL AND WRITE DOWN THE STORY OF "IT" ALL.

    JUST PICKING UP THAT PENCIL BRINGS DOWN A LOT OF CONFUSION.

    IT'S LIKE THE FACT OF HAVING YOUR OWN PYCOLOGIST AT YOUR HANDS.

    IT'S LIKE THE MIND,
    THATS TWISTED, TANGLED IN A GIGANTIC KNOT
    AND ALL THE ABOVE GETS UNRAVELED STEP BY STEP.











    ITS LIKE A PARENT TRYING TO TEACH A BABY TO WALK.
    TINY STEP
    BY TINY STEP,
    AN ACCOMPLISHMENT IS BEING MADE.
    UNRAVELING A NEW START TO A FRESH BEGINNING.
    BACK TO THE START WHERE YOUR MIND IS CLEAR OF ALL THOUGHTS
    BUT
    STILL HAVE MEMORIES.

    BACK TO WHEN
    THE CLEARNESS
    HERE YOU CAN JUST SIT BACK
    AND PONDER ABOUT ANYTHING,
    INSTEAD OF LYING DOWN AND PONDER
    OF QUESTIONS THAT HAVE NO ANSWERS
    WHICH BUILD MORE QUESTIONS
    TO THE ANSWERS

    THAT HAVE NO
    QUSETIONS.

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    wallsofwords commented on Confusion Eating My Mind

    09-22-2009

    nice work, you will get better with time. Keep doing the darn thing young lady

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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