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Prisoner of my Mind

Annually for the first time
I feel as though
A pen and pad won’t do me justice
Because I’m holding onto feelings
In my mind
And human words can’t spell it out
So I write melodies
That hum the
Ancient feelings that reside
Inside
This strong but fragile mind
And thoughts turn flips with grace
And agile dreams tend to take
Flight
Into the skies of
Something

I’m losing touch with what is real
Real is fake
And damn
That scares the
Boy inside this man
I wish I could cry again
Because at least I’d know that I’m still feeling things
But I can’t tell for anything
I thought I had it
But I tossed it
No, you broke my train
I lost it
Damn
Think Truth
No- it’s Dominic
No time for ignoring
The tell-tale signs
I’m losing it
Again
I’d try to find it
If I knew what I was searching for
I’d rather close my eyes
But then this work of mine
Would be left
Unfinished
And looping
Starting
From the beginning
And stopping only to get to the top
Just to fall back into itself
Stop

I can’t do this
I’d ask you to save me
But I don’t know who’s the villain here
Me?
Or my mind?

[I'll hum the rest of the story in colors and sounds
They
Paint a picture
Hit a high note here
Add a line of light blue over
Black
With some stars in the background
You see it?
I wish you could
Because it's beautiful]

Where in lies
I’ve implied
That I’m
The
Prisoner of my mind

Copyright © 2010 Dominic A. Thomas, Letters from the Editor

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