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Mind's Confusion
My mind is perturbed
Just like the waters that line Jamaican trenches
After a heavy downpour of rain
Like the water that gushes down the gully
And gets sucked in by the sinkshole that lies at the bottom
Waiting with wide open mouth
Waiting to gobble it up with one big mighty sup
Water that contains pieces of human waste
That boys have secretly passed out on stones close by the pond
Dead leaves banana trees
Old tin cans rooted up from where long buried
Like memories from childhood
A childhood that was good and bad
That's my brain
That's my mind
And when the rains have stopped
And the rushing waters have subsided
The sun will come out and make everything almost brand new
Bad memories will have gone
Or would be sunken somewhere far beyond
Then will I be free to be me
And my mind shall not be perturbed
poem
by
Mitzie Thorne
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