Written by Jess Leigh
I forgot
what I was doing,
I forgot
where I was
And, in a
small way, I forgot who I was.
My mind
played games with me;
Tricks as
some might say.
It
whispered strange stories in my ears.
Then it
whisked me away on adventures,
It took
me to places none had been,
To paths
not travelled upon.
Eyes wide
open, yet wholly unseeing,
I was no
longer there;
My spirit
was soaring on invisible wings.
I went to
lands none can know.
Of my
inmost thoughts and wild ventures,
I can
reveal nothing to a soul.
To I
alone do they have meaning,
To I
alone does my mind speak
And carry
away to another, unknown world.
There,
none can touch nor harm me,
There my
imaginations run wild
And the
inventions of mine mind are free.
Where my
mind takes me are others,
Others
like me, and yet so dissimilar from me;
Others
only I know; my friends alone.
With a
pinch, with a word, with a shove
The
visions fade and I am brought back again,
Only to
return to my world at another time.
Can anyone guess the theme of this poem?
