Dark Prisms are what I see
when I look beyond my mind.
How can I feel there's any hope
When broken dreams are all I find.
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Tracking my thoughts to the corners of my brain. The past and my memories lost in the rain. Life will never be the same again. I'm tired of this pain. Beautiful writing. Great peice of work! I loved the use of rhyme in it too
I love to write poems to good songs. I use the music for inspiration. I love these words: 'Fine song, fine wine, fine cooking , cold turkey. needles in arms, screaming at nothing.' There is a flow in your words which is a perfect foil for the ideas which bubble up continuously.