mIN d

My minds gone

Frozen, impending time

Like pantomime

Mushed like soup

Jumping through hoops


My mind is pouring from my ears

My eyes filled with salt tears

The condition is infirm

But which way to turn


Which to think first

Earth,hunger, population, thirst,

World domination, 

Or world annihilation


Race to space ,

or space to race

Global greed 

or global need.


We are but lost

Double crossed

But who to blame

Ourselves ,insane


But one things constant

That stands for time

Despite the chaos

Your love is mine.

17/10/2031 21:10-21:35




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Pete (edbreathe)

Mon 18th Oct 2021 09:05

Thanks Keith, I’m glad you like it 🙏

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keith jeffries

Sun 17th Oct 2021 22:13

The final stanza is perfect for this poem


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