A Different World

A poem I wrote while in a depressive state in April 1997. PS I know NOTHING about poetry

The snow is gone
Time to move on
On and away
Further each day

Wing away
Carried, buoyed,
Lifted by wind
Pursued by mediocrity

Run and running
Fly, flee this trap
Fly away

Over hills
Mountains
Valleys

To a different world

To a spot
Quiet and barren
To Sit
Think

Think of Nothingness
Think of blankness
Think of Insanity

Quiet
Empty
Towering bare faced rocks
Surrounded by Earth
Mother Earth
Pebbles Dust

Stretch, languish
Lie
Cradled
Listening to the Silence
Of my own mind

Listening to the Silence
Of the rocks and dirt
Absorb the sun

Wait here forever
While the mind rots
And blanks
And the quiet speaks

I am one
Alone

Dirt sun rock
Impassive around me
While I slowly go Insane

Then fly away
To a different world

(Edited with the helpful suggestions of Christo)
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