Mindless Muddle Poem by alex sarich

Mindless Muddle



Still, I am

calm not consternate,

I am a ripple on the ocean.

Behind a mask

of confusion

is a mind of illusion.


Still, I am

no more, the

calm subsides,

thoughts thicken.

Genetic maybe,

anxious definitely.


22/08/14

Friday, August 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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alex sarich

alex sarich

Swansea. Wales. UK
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