Comes Into Mind

Something always comes into mind,

either if it makes you blind.

The visions you have in mind make everything blurry,

pictures come into mind when you get yourself a flurry.

 

Writing came to me like the wind in the air,

but people judged me but I didn't care.

Poetry was another thing,

it came to me by a pull of a string.

 

Creativity made my mind feel terrific,

but sometimes wanted me to feel horrific.

My mind may seem to be dark,

but it will still light up like a spark.

This poem is about: 
Me

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