Hidden
The master behind my own downfall,
A slave to my eerie thoughts.
Wondering if I can break free and stand tall.
The side they never talk about in sports.
The minds weathered to achieve anything,
But fear clouds my judgement.
Disappointment builds up and the storm starts readying,
Now caught up in the cyclone of my own cynical thinking.
keith jeffries
Tue 23rd Mar 2021 10:12
The mind can be a dark place but there are ways of breaking free from its influence. Look outwards and focus yourself on someone or something else to distract your attention. This poem comes from deep within using powerful expressions. A poem seeking release from a form of captivity.
Thank you for this
Keith