the human mind

Learn more about other poetry terms

“I remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt” And as i sat there, listening to the human noises, the world stopped, no contemplation no thought.
My mind is the only thing that is entirely mine.  And although it has been touched by this world a few too many times,  It remains in a place that is far away  From all that the world has decayed.   
Subscribe to the human mind