Dialogue of Minds!

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My mind, it’s a curious affair,
Thoughts flowing like a creek downstream,
Bashing and bruising against scattered rocks,
White water churning, clouded and thick,
Silt and stream entwined a murky affair.

I am but a figment of who I once was,
Nowhere near where I long to be,
Aspiring only to exist,
A shadow of myself, dissolving quietly.

I linger like a crumpled paper on a sidewalk,
Ink still wet, the nib out of depth
Stories unwritten, ghosts of what could have been.
Afraid of what I am,
Yearning, at times, for an end.

What draws you to me?
An unfinished canvas with peeling paint,
Irony in motion, antonyms alive.
Stupendous, yet fractured,
A scattergun of things that should never be.

My mind is an abyss,
Chasing faint, flickering lights.
Shadows vanish;
Ghosts of potential and perennial problems
Take up their place as hosts.

This is who I am,
Unbound.
Waning.
Lost.
Silent.
Chaotic.

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