Mental Confect
By Felicia •
Scarcely morning and the dawn breaks
bringing a bitter world of hate
upon the wings of the dead
the pain of this abrupts her thoughts
The very reality of her mental confect
frees her from the awkward remembrance of things past
tormented thoughts and disturbed dreams
cloud together and form a vision of death
The day is hot but her heart beats cold
her mouth speaks words of uncomely death
and her mind is a maze of doom
in the deep dark valley she lies
Felicia Mac