Butterfly Mandala

9tangled thoughts

Tangled Thoughts

the cliff

The Cliff

A Mind at War

I feel it as each day is stolen. Gone.
The promise of tomorrow is a lie.
That’s why I’m running…

I still hunger
and now I am homeless within
I exist.

In the eyes of others
I am probably
a wayward adult,
without the child’s tears,
once so effective
to cleanse my sins

a morning adrift, a day ashore, an evening endless
somehow productive and destructive,
the edge draws me nearer
I feel for those I cherish
as their concern is wasted on me
Mine is an obsession… relentless,
their care becomes a fuel,
that I now steal,
knowing my hunger ignores it’s appetite’s consequences

I am a mind at war

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