wandering mind
By Abigail C
Published 13 September 2023
I sit comfortable and cosy on my bed
Piles of books and millions of thoughts running through my head
Curtains shut, my room pitch black
Laying in silence, I feel my emotions attack
My eyes closed, mind ready to run from reality
Dreaming about flowers in a gallery
Fantasising a twinkling light
That's independent in the night
I reach for the comfort of my mother
But she left for another lover
I wonder if anyone will protect me like she did
But my mind wants to forbid
My thoughts sway leading the way
Like daisies dancing in a peculiar array
Rain echos fogging the once crystal glass
Leaving beads of water lying still on the grass
Alone in my past hoping to change at last
Finally the shower has ended
Leaving the tremendous torrent transcended