Mindscape

A Thought, A Sentiment, an emotion unnamed

A Spark, A Match, to strike the flame

An idea to make of personal conceptualization?

Or the tedious motive of a broader generalization?


Must I make of such a misery woe?

The ache of blockades to tales of untold

As the trout glide down the waters’ flow

Hands laced back to purpose hold.


The Mindscape, to which the fruit is ripen

Picked not with the lips of reality enlighten


A chamber of knowledge, a vast orchard unknown

Concealed to the peaks of the towering tones

Break it down with the key of a single hushed word

Unlock expedition as the uncovered unheard.


Essences fall, broken harmony fades

Anguish screeches echo cursed blades

Yet desire of soul diminish evade 

And to walk to the river of yearning’s jade.


The Mindscape, to which the fruit is fulfilled

Succumb to the choice of the soul's sincere Will.

 

BrooklynLarsen

UT

18 years old