Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Just a random poem

With idle thoughts and drifting whispers
My mind wonders in and out of silent insanity
It is a wonder I am not yet there...
My thoughts drift to and fro like waves of wind in a breeze
My consolation I am reminded daily if not hourly that it
Is but one place I can rest…

But there are days, yes days if not weeks that my mind will
Turn on me and take me to places that should never be visited again

Am I alone or is that another trick…..
Oh the enemy is so very very crafty.
With his soft yet lofty voice and his lies wrapped in bows of truth
But my consolation I am reminded daily if not hourly that it
Is but one place I can have peace…..

Oh how I long at times yes even days to years
That this would end that the battle
Of my mind would cease to be and to never exist again
But again this is my consolation I am reminded daily if not hourly
That there is an end ......
written by anonymous person.

2 comments:

Tracy said...

That's a nice poem. Thanks for sharing it.

Tymbr said...

well,

after going on like you did ... why did you end it with "written by an anonymous person"? ... otherwise, i liked it and can relate