Idle Minds

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They say that idle minds are the playground of the devil. If that is true, my mind must house several. For everyday my mind plays tricks on me controlling my preception of sadness and glee.

One day my thoughts are sound and true. The next they are full of worries and fright. I live in a realm of unknown contrast with out you. A place where unsettling, uneasiness is prone. It is the worst when I try to fall asleep that is when tortorous thoughts begin to creep, ripping through my mind one at a time a spreading virus, an iffection of the mind. Killing every little ounce of happiness and hope.

I close my eyes clinching my fist just to cop. Then a letter from my angel, you and I began to hope. The important words; Just a few from you is the heaven that takes the darkness away. Just by the page of words that you say (or prehaps just 3). Helps the pain go away. You are my love, You are my savior, My angel from the heaven above. You are the one I love.