Positively charged
How my brain works?

There are many thoughts at the beginning
Each of them valiantly fighting to be visible
Oscillating around the circle
Every one of them creating contrasting charges
Although I’m supposed to be in charge of them
Yet without any knowledge about it
For years
Leaving myself in the dark ages of shame
Each thought is trying to grab my attention
With all the gold, silver, black, and also any pastel colour
Counting on the similarity to me
At the time of speaking
Taking into account my circumstances, emotions
Gender, mood, past, tiredness, and a lot of troubles
The same as the success
Dragging me down if it was someone else’s whim playing around
Before I get any far
Consciously choosing clown’s disguise
To parade in front of anyone
Who doesn’t believe what I'm saying
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3 May 2021
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Thank you for reading!
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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