This Hollow Mind

A shade, providing a haven from

Ghosts, miracle workers and

Thieves of the mind and soul.

Strive with the strength you have

To commit, to dedicate, to infuse

More truth into this hollow mind.

A blaze, covering the innocents,

A squall puts the inferno out.

Too soon for a deep concern, too

Late for a valorous intervention.

As flies, cockroaches scatter across

My too darkened vision, too

Blinded adjustment. To meet such

A soul, amidst a path, rolling up

The autumn breeze into a ball.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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