This poetic mind
is trying to find
words to express
what causes it stress.

This poetic mind
is trying to call out.
To know exactly
what the feelings about.

This poetic mind
can no longer remain.
Conscious, alert for it feels
defeated and slain.

This poetic mind
is tired of fighting
and hoping for calmness
after just thunder and lighting

This poetic mind
refuses to move foward
for it feels all it’s life
six feet under has lowered.

This poetic mind
whose life did not choose.
Feels worthless and careless
with nothing to loose.

This poetic mind
is getting a grip
on reality, on life.
back up from it’s trip.

Arely Corral

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-poetic-mind/