Within the Mind, a Storm Blasts Out Flashes

Within The Mind, A Storm Blasts Out Flashes Inside the head, the brain, the human mind are passageways filtered in dark stains, Thoughts deep, dark and so ravenously unkind sit like waste stuck in kitchen drains. Within the soul, longings await a new life with love that is so rightly sealed, Dreams of sweetest pleasure with no strife and old wounds that have been healed. Inside the heart, mists of soft dreaming love yielding to the lusts of flesh so weak, Stares out upon the sky filled with stars above daring only to imagine but never speak. Within the mind, a storm blasts out flashes brilliance wrapped in hardened shells, Fueled by great pain and bad emotional crashes fear sounds out like loud warning bells. Behind the eyes, sits a screen showing all movies and plays of dreams not born, Danger creeping down a darkened castle hall bringing death some future winter morn. Robert J. Lindley Nov. 18th, 1986 Note: From my private journal , an old poem written during a very bad time in my life.