IN THE ABYSS OF MY MIND
It's becoming increasingly difficult,To walk around my mind.
I never was a scholar,
Never knowing what I would find.
Let me tell you what I found,
Unfamiliar poem's laying all around.
All unfinished pages within my head,
Living vicariously never read.
A wealth of poetry prose and cons,
In a muddled mind nearly gone.
Yet a few pieces still remain,
Reaching out in a broken brain.
Synapse firing in a narrow space,
I wonder will I remember tomorrow.
Wondering who am I, What is this place,
Half written in gladness and in sorrow.
As nighttime turns to day, The earth
goes through changes and turns.
As my poetry starts to drift away,
The need to write still burns.
So it's time for me to rewind,
To repopulate my mind.
To see what I may find,
In the abyss of my mind.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-08-29 at 00:49
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