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A TROUBLED MIND - Chisom
Nothing murders sleep like a troubled mind
It makes the heart a mined field left to die
It kills and leaves you to die like a bruised flower
It gropes the soul like principalities and powers
Maims the man like dainty angels with might
It feels like words spoken in love
That brought fire on the hearers
It feels like things touched in darkness
Revealed in light
Then hid in shame
It is like brothers who bother
And haters who inspire
It is like sour hearts bruised by love
Like things forgotten that hound the mind
Like fears that pound the heart
Like lost hopes that found lights
Like bleak hopes given long ropes to spark
Believe me it seems grief finds home in every age
But as long as the bruised heart beats
It still lives
Even though bleak hope flickers like a candle in the wind
It may never die
But this you can be sure
Whether we die or live
We are still gaining
Chisom
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