Broken Mind

I lost it one thought at a time,
blue, brown, and purple
a bruised mind shines.  
 
Our minds are the most valuable
part of our bodies,
yet we shove junk into its chasm,
thinking it’s strong enough,
and deep enough to keep throwing
everything into its gray matter.  
 
Yet we watch as time slowly steals
our previous donations to living.  
 
Slowly it degrades,
it starts to decay,
lossing ourselves to the false
beliefs that society proclaims
to be true.  
 
It eats you, breaks you
like a piece of moldy bread.  
 
You fall to pieces,
laying ground for your
future endeavors,
only to loss track of your
destination.  
 
A broken mind,
a deep well of madness,
slowly fells to the brim
of broken memories
and forgotten treditions.
 
© 2017 By AutisticPoet