The Mind

The Mind

By Kean Riber

The mind has a way of going into spontaneous thoughts.

Some are desirable,

Others are not.

How do we control them and cut them short.

I feel I am not one to answer this question.

This I know,

A true confession.

Will I ever be the wiser and end this depression.

This never ending circle of light and dark moods.

A deceitful companion,

Which sanity excludes.

It seems that my mind the chance of balance precludes.

In writing this thoughtful poem again my mind has won.

Taken my life,

Destroyed all fun.

How I wish this poetry to disappear and be undone.

I hold not the courage to end this wicked habit.

Feel not strong,

This I admit.

I will accept my eternal faith of being sanity unfit.