The Dancing Mind
- Clint Haugen
- Feb 6, 2022
- 1 min read
Smoke fills my lungs
Thoughts dance between my ears
Wine glides down my throat
And into my belly.
It’s a sunny February day,
a rarity around here,
and I,
stay inside,
with my dancing thoughts,
attempting to dance with them.
Love comes to mind
Old feelings
Being brought back
From the place I store them
Deep inside me
I’ve tried to forget
But this love,
it's haunting.
Fear comes to mind,
what I could be if I wasn’t so afraid;
the unfilled potential,
restrained by fear
Loss comes to mind,
the end of love.
A child’s laughter,
from my unborn son,
as he giggles at my funny faces.
The seed I’ll leave behind.
This world,
what a world for a son,
what a world for a parent.
We can only hope,
our lives have enough joy,
our love stays steady,
for when the suffering comes
Too many people
become walking zombies,
Alive
But
Not living
Resentful
Bitter
And angry
Zombies.
We can only hope
our suffering doesn’t bite us
And turn us into our fellow man
Smoke fills my lungs
Thoughts dance between in my ears
Whiskey glides down my throat
and into my belly.
I stare out my window
and wonder,
if I should go feel the warmth of the sun
on my skin,
or stay in,
and continue the dance.
-C.H.
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