The Murky Mind

Swamps of the mind
wetlands of tears
forested with memories
from a long time past

brackish waters
in a low lying
carelessly drained depression
in my head

swamps develop in moist climates
which makes sense
my soul has been dampened
by many years of tears

mental swamps
naturally filter themselves out
the best part is
knowing the soul bacteria will be cleansed

trudging through
getting stuck
pulling myself out
persevering in the murkiest of minds