Lost In My Mind

By John Jennett, Jr

Journey into the mind of someone who's seen quite different from the world around you, telling you stories and sharing poems you've never seen before.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Jennett, Jr
• Release date: Feb 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311792129

Book preview

The following book contains poetry and stories deep inside of my mind, things I think about that others would see as an issue. This contains certain poems that will have subliminal messages but only people who can decipher them will know. If you wanted a book that has short stories or stories in general, you have bought or downloaded the wrong thing and you should have read the description first. This is called Lost In My Mind because of what the poem Lost In My Mind means. No one has been able to tell me and for others it still remains a mystery, enjoy the deep thoughts in my mind…

Lost in my mind:

The abandonment of which these trees hold make me feel safe in a

disturbing way. The howl of the owls are what keep my mind sane as I

continue to run through these wood like trees. Running from which I do

not know of yet as the light in front of me guides me to safety. The

thunder above me roars as the rain falls upon my face. The smell of the

trees makes me happy inside as God's creation is somewhat safe.

I come to a stop as I look around me. Trees surround my vision as they

continue for miles, nothing but the sounds of crickets chirping and

animals I have yet to discover calling their mates and friends. I reach

into my right pocket as I take my phone, not the most perfect phone but

it makes calls and I'm able to receive messages. It shines bright as

the numbers 4:15AM burn into my head.

I lay on the earths floor as I close my eyes and picture the perfect

world in which I wish to live in... Thoughts fill my mind as the

silence begins to kill the night. The crickets and birds continue to

discuss their differences and talk about their problems as my mind is

drifted off into a whole other world.

I dream of human begins for I have not seen them in as long as I could

remember. The human touch is what I miss most cause no matter how hard

I try, I just couldn't seem to get it right. My heart beats faster and

harder but the pain in my blood is what drew me away. Away into these

woods, away from civilization I shall stay...

I am woken up by the shining bright light in the sky, the same one that

sparkles in the night. The one wolves howl at and dogs bark to. Not the

sound of the paramedics but the sign of hope that's far away in the

distance. Knowing its there but having yet to grasp it, knowing there's

a way but having yet to understand it.

For the things we see and the things we think may be too much for the

human race, hence the constant struggles to find things beyond our own

dreams as we set ourselves up to be the next big thing.

The spirit of a crying wolf slowly walks up to me as it brings me to my

knees, smiling from the inside out as I feel nothing but hope from my

heart. The wolf looks me in the eyes as it's smile sends shivers down

my spine. It's existence is here but it's body is not. The tears fall

down my face as the wolf licks it away, it's crying from neglect as I

am when I left.

We collapse into each others arms as our hearts begin to spark. Sharing

a mutual understanding of our compassion as the neglect has taken a toll on us. We stare

into each others eyes as we block out all the signs, the signs of

hatred envy that I may have in me. The pain in which I wish to keep is

what I need to release...

As the thoughts in my mind send me down the spiral turn that is my life

I am somewhat woken up inside. I can feel the pain slowly easing away

as the tears evaporate. The pains sensational feeling is no longer

there but the pain is sill stares.

These thoughts are what will kill me inside for I am already dead from

within. No hope for humanity is what I believe as the trees and life

around me begin to leave, they collapse beneath my feet for life itself

it no longer able to survive. The thought and idea of man has destroyed

the creation of God. I am swept from my feet as my back hits the earths

floor, my head snaps back as voices and images cloud