Dead in the mind

Day of the dead woman

Árbol que nace torcido, jamás su tronco endereza

Translation: A tree born crooked never straightens it’s trunk.

There is nothing so dead as an uncaring mind.

Blank, without empathy preying on those that care

Reaching out then flinging back

Tearing at the soul

Ripping it to shreds and leaving it on the floor

Bleeding and screaming in pain

For laughs.

One comment

  1. Gale A. Molinari · April 14, 2015

    Reblogged this on Philosopher Poet with Dreams.

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