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In the quiet depths where shadows lie,
The mind begins its silent cry,
A whisper here, a murmur there,
Dancing thoughts in midnight air.
By day it weaves a tapestry,
Of conscious thoughts, of what we see,
But underneath the daylight’s sheen,
A darker realm, a place unseen.
The mind, a maze of twisted paths,
Where memories dance, where logic laughs,
It builds its walls, both strong and tall,
Yet sometimes crumbles with a call.
The daylight hours seem so clear,
Where reason reigns, where we hold dear,
But even then, beneath the light,
The mind prepares for darkest night.
When evening falls, and sleep descends,
The conscious mind begins to bend,
To places strange, where reason flees,
And all is not as it appears to be.
In twisted dreams, we walk alone,
Through forests deep, where winds have blown,
Lost in corridors of fear and dread,
Where hopes have died, and tears are shed.
We wander through the haunted halls,
Where echoes of our past life calls,
Faces familiar, yet out of place,
We chase them down, but never face.
The mind, it plays its cruelest game,
A shifting world we cannot tame,
In sleep we fall, in dreams we drown,
As every night, the mind spins round.
We search for truth, we seek the way,
But find ourselves in disarray,
For in the night, the mind is free,
To twist and turn reality.
The demons come, both old and new,
In forms we fear, in shapes askew,
They whisper lies, they shout our shame,
In dreams, they call us by our name.
But even in the darkest night,
There’s something deep within that fights,
A spark, a flame, a guiding star,
That leads us back from where we are.
For though the mind may twist and turn,
And through the night, in fear we burn,
The dawn will come, the light will rise,
And clear the fog before our eyes.
In morning’s light, the shadows fade,
The twisted paths the night had laid,
Will straighten out, will lose their hold,
As sunlight warms the night’s dark cold.
The mind is both our friend and foe,
A place of light, a place of woe,
Yet in its depths, we find our way,
Through night and day, we learn to stay.
For every dream that leaves us lost,
There’s wisdom gained, though at a cost,
The mind may trick, it may deceive,
But in its depths, we learn to believe.
So trust the mind, though dark it seems,
In waking life and in your dreams,
For in its maze, though we may roam,
The mind, in time, will lead us home.
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This is such a good poem, John. Rich in meaning.
Thank you! 😎
تمت المتابعه يسعدني ويشرفني ومتابعتكم
شكرا جزيلا لك ، أنا ممتن.