You are like a lost case
In the middle of the ocean
Trying to shift my attention to
Things I am not attentive to
Like stupid gestures
Words without meaning or mesmerising
My thoughts
Only making me feel worse
In the sea with other fish and creatures
Fighting for a fugitive foe
Whilst several parts of my painting
Are asking me to alter
This little girl inside me
Feeling, thinking, and looking horribly
Dull
In ideal circumstances for the circus clown
Always asking me for a smile
And that's not exactly that
What I can offer
To be on good terms
With dark parts of my psyche
Undoubtedly taking over
Every positive pool of my perspicacity
Not wanting to let go easily
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10 May 2021
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About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...
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