Read Poem: Rapture of the Mind by Kelly Loraine Stearns

Chaos flows
weaving logical assumptions
calculating moments
lost in the questionable silence.
The eye sees what the heart does not know
emotionless rapture of the mind.
This deteriorating vessel
carries a lifeless soul
dragging my emotions
while wasting recyclable thoughts.
I drift alone in a land of confusion
searching for answers
yet there are no conclusions
in my world of seclusion.
The clock ticks by,
where is the time?
As I sit and wonder
Who
What
When
Where
Why and how it is
I let thirty years pass me by.

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KLS
Kelly Loraine Stearns