A Turbulent Mind
It's impossible to quiet,
A troubled mind.
With thoughts unwelcome,
And so unkind.
Playing Devils advocate,
For a different view.
Only adds more questions,
Of what is true.
So how do you know,
Without taking it apart?
Though doing so shreds,
A ponderous heart.
Where is the scale,
To balance this weight?
Of unforgiving knowledge,
And unspoken debate.
It's a mystery to me,
And my compass spins.
My thoughts ever turning,
So lost in the din.
Copyright © S. Medland | Year Posted 2016
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