JMitchel-G

The dungeons of my mind Are dark and vast Where the experiences of the present Brew with the memories of the past They fester and rot They simmer and spoil Bubbling up as a dark fog And encompassing my mind with it's toil I close my eyes And beg them to go away But fueled by my resistance They continue on like a sick cliche Just as a trained assassin They strike during the worst A cruel joke from Satan himself A slithering curse I continue on my day Holding a wall between them and I Filling the time with meaningless tasks Fearing to close my eye For I know they're always there Clutching to the remnants of my thoughts Par

Off on a small island, untouched and unseen by human kind, a beach is alightend like a feild of diamonds as each grain of sand refracts the light shone upon it differentl, complimented by an indigo ocean, endlessly rippling like a large peice of silk stretched over the horizon as it slowly receded. But the brilliance didn't stop there, the moon's pale blanket spead over everything that faced it, repainting it in an equally pale shade. The silver shine refused even to stop there, dragging itself around corners of rocks that lay sporadically across the beach that wrapped the island in it's tan highlight, across the edges of the leaves that roof