Does your mind play tricks on you or does the poet?

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neonman

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Mind Mist

Quiet does still the voice
as it senses… approach,
a shadow, shadowy
a mist, gray rolling
Night, day, are welded
Covering, dimness
It overtakes; muffles
the screams from your voice
Alone once again
medicine they feed
for your arms are wrapped
and the walls are soft
This is now your world.
Why not bounce some more
as you dream some more!
 
Oooh..sound like the old padded cell..I love how you play with words and bring them deeper meaning...very good.
 
Well, in this case, it is the poet... : ) Dark but somewhat entertaining as well... I like it...

My mind often tricks itself when it thinks too much...
 
Uh, 'One Flew Over The Neon Nest'?

Good Evening, even if it is from a library!!! In the rain!
Good, twisting, tingly, psychological turning poem.....
 
This is very interesting writing this morning. My mind always plays tricks on me. Is the dream a padded cell? The minds way of calming the crazy thoughts? I'll ponder this some more. Good writing, Neonman. Thanks for sharing.
 
In answer to your question, Both at times.
A good pen lingers in mind, to play games,
just as do the kaleidoscope shadows bounce though
my window, on a cloudy morn, as the breeze
ruffles the movement of the leafs on trees.
Oddly enough, your pen describes the mood of this morn here.
Good morning, mystic man of lights.
 
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