The Mind of Poetry
Unwelcoming Kin
I sit with confusion by my side,
And greet it with an unwelcoming hand,
Though it grasps me tightly within it's arms,
And kisses me upon my forehead of fears.
I look between confusion's eyes,
To find the real meaning of my wantings,
Though massive complex thoughts cackle at me,
And slaps me across the face.
Tears of trepidation descend from my eyes,
As confusion grasps even tightier than before.
I plea for the truth of my desires,
Though silence exists everywhere.
I push these meaningful thoughts,
Within my evil kin's face,
Though afterwards the complexity becomes massive,
So large that I can only stare in silence.
I hear no other than the loving voices of thought,
Though I know not where to look.
Yet confusion grasps all of my desires,
And devours then without a care.
So I sit with confusion as a kin,
As it holds me within it's arms,
For love exists within my thoughts,
But who, resides within the heart of confusion.
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And greet it with an unwelcoming hand,
Though it grasps me tightly within it's arms,
And kisses me upon my forehead of fears.
I look between confusion's eyes,
To find the real meaning of my wantings,
Though massive complex thoughts cackle at me,
And slaps me across the face.
Tears of trepidation descend from my eyes,
As confusion grasps even tightier than before.
I plea for the truth of my desires,
Though silence exists everywhere.
I push these meaningful thoughts,
Within my evil kin's face,
Though afterwards the complexity becomes massive,
So large that I can only stare in silence.
I hear no other than the loving voices of thought,
Though I know not where to look.
Yet confusion grasps all of my desires,
And devours then without a care.
So I sit with confusion as a kin,
As it holds me within it's arms,
For love exists within my thoughts,
But who, resides within the heart of confusion.
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Unwelcoming Kin
Unwelcoming Kin
