To Set My Mind Free
Yet another poem about my perpetual insomnia. I wanted to write a poem with a refrain running through it, here’s the result.
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Stuck in this here bed
Chained inside my head
Please who has the key
To set my mind free?
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No sleep can I get
With my brain so set
Please who has the key
To set my mind free?
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The thoughts they race round
Till my head does pound
Please who has the key
To set my mind free?
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Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.
The Lonely Recluse.
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The Lonely Recluse
The key is with you somewhere. It’s buried under your other belongings. Give yourself some time to find it. Am sure you will do fine:)
Enjoyed the inner struggle. Keep the lines running!
I know I have it somewhere, I was just hoping someone else could help me spot it, though I know no one ever has before. Thank you for your encouraging comment.
The Lonely Recluse
So many times this thought crosses our mind that who has the key to set are minds free…but the thing is we ourselves hold the key to our minds and ask everywhere else in place of searching in our own self 😛
Nicely woven!
I find myself often too deep in introspection to see the key, too focused on one point to see the whole, so I find asking for help can actually help. Thank you for commenting, glad you enjoyed it.
The Lonely Recluse.
Of course! asking for help does help 🙂
Not when you’re like me and reluctantly, and codedly ask for help when you ask :).
The Lonely Recluse.