My Mind
My mind is closed
Creativity is lacking
I can’t think straight
My ideas are smacking
Nothing is right
It all falls apart
I dislike my mind
For when it imparts
I can’t seem to write
Nothing seems to fit
I feel the words there
But they seem to sit
It’s the evening hours
My heart beckons
But my mind does not
It floats in the heavens
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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