Inside-Out My Head
Thoughts float over my senses,
Chaotic noises of old memories
Dance together with innocent tears.
The past bent down on its knees,
In front of my tired crying eyes
Me and my other inside me,
Stare thoughtless, quiet and wet,
This consciousness’ spectacle inside-out my head.
Copyright © Mirela Petalli | Year Posted 2010
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