The mind churns out
solitary sentiments
from a pool of thoughts
Saddened, silly, swamped
without a doubt
disgusting
There are remnants
of once
beautiful ones
That were
ruthlessly ignored
and left to decay
They glisten now
beneath the surface
their colors darkening
But their fragrance
still evokes
the longing
To pen them on paper
and set them free
of the drench
The stink
of procrastination
looms large
All over
the swamp
of ignored thoughts
But the sweet smells
of the good ones
intermingle
And create an aura
of mixed feelings
and drudgery
