A poem called Mindless


Her voice was like a thoughtless dot
Her voice was a hummingbird
Her words were made of Golden Halos
Happy pills and Angels that Glowed
and all the things the others forgot
She turned, god is blind
she learned, lost my mind
she left, them all behind
Her voice was a thunder bolt
It struck from the sky and seared
the dish, and all the voices
Had too many issues she ignored them
Mindless lost my mind
Left them all behind…


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