The mind churns

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