The Mind’s Confines
Restless in a life deemed “perfect”
Forever in search of the next clash,
Seeking a taste of anger, a touch of misery, an injection of deception.
Never asleep, mind keeps rummaging
Through an endless filing cabinet hidden in the back of the mind
Not searching for an answer, just a simple reason
To attempt a smile, to kill.
Never alone, even when solitary,
The mind continues searching…
Life, it goes on without her.
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