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A Mind (Poem)
- Melissa Rose Miller
- May 2, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 10, 2021
How does one control the mind?
The mind has a mind of its own.
It wanders through headstones.
Gazing at the minds,
Of those who’s been lost,
Rotting in a fallen paradise.
“Submit. Submit. Submit.”
We are the powerless figures.
“Obey. Obey. Obey.”
We are the weak entities.
The mind is of its own,
Lest who shall control it?
