Poem#9 The Cracked Mind

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It slowly works a machine!

turning the insides of our mind inward and outward

Its like a windmill giving the earth air to breath.

Its broken and can't be fixed

The nerves are damaged

The blood is trying to circulate but can't

Its stuck in one place

The mind is going through a blood clot

Its not the same

And it never will

For better it will change

And go through what he is going through

You can call him the new mind!