The Lost Minded Heart
by: Ronovan
Oh this mind I have.
It seeks to tear itself from my skull,
And scatter its sanity across the wind.
It denies me all things that I crave.
Long sequenced words to form thoughts,
Escape behind a mesh door, seen but unattainable.
This mind knows it is a piercing pain of storm and fury.
How I hate it.
It laughs and runs and races and calls and shouts and screams and twists.
Do I mind?
Ha! What mind do I have to mind with?
But how does one without a mind each day continue on?
How does the mindless give, how does it give hope?
How does the less minded give encouragement?
The Lost Mind still has heart.
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These words….made me cry. So close to my experiences its as if it was written for me.
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I just close my eyes and write whatever comes out sometimes. Sometimes it’s not very pretty. And it’s always very random.
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“The Lost Mind” Wow–but heart is what matters!!!! This is so beautiful, Ron, as you are!!! 🙂 Love you!
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Once again, namaste! I honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light and of peace.
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Another beautiful piece of writing!
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