At Times
At times I tell the most in mind
Thoughts escaping elapsing day to night
At times I close my eyes as blind
Absorbing sound vibrations passing by passing by
At times I spend inflicted intelligently gifted
Whirlwind words spin consciousness lifted collapse
At times I begin minds mend acknowledging indifference
Earthquake emotions humbly end recovered past
Left hearted half
Mind whole
Controller Spirit
Not my own
Life at times for me may be may be
Normal in a small scaled town world scheme
Life at times may be one day
Be a life worth leaving to travel far far away
Copyright © Kristina Whitmore | Year Posted 2017
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