Victim of My Mind
Friday’s, a good day
For leaving, I guess
I’ve passed on 20 promises
That I promised I’d keep for myself
First the rains came
Then the thunder
I’m not sure I’ll, beat this storm
If I fade away to nothing
I can’t say I wasn’t warned
I’m a victim of my mind....
Or so it seems
My past keeps on reflecting back
On all my long lost dreams
I may not see tomorrow
And I’m not sure, how I will find
The answers that elude me
I’m a victim of my mind
I’m a victim of my mind
A soul awaiting fire
The kind of man who understands
I’ve given into desire
So don’t miss my loss I’ve loved you
And your heart will mend in time
I’m a man who loved, but I fell because
I’m a victim of my mind
The sorrow is strong and I’ve waited
Hoping I’d get a sign
Why’s it feel like a crime, how’s a man become blind
I’m a victim of my mind
I’m a man who once loved but I fell all because
I’m a victim of my mind
Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2019
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