The Poetical Mind

Thousands of phrases are packed in a small place.
Running around and around like an eternal race.
Phrases hitting phrases and together they combine.
Such is the workings of the poetical mind.

Staring at the computer and over at the clock.
The phrases are overloading, another writer's block.
the perfect words I am seeking to find.
I am off in search of the poetical mind.

Sadness, happiness and tormenting rage.
Are a few of the emotions it puts on the page.
True feelings that are one of a kind.
Such are the feelings of the poetical mind.

Where the grass is heavenly green and the sky is blue.
Where there are no boundaries or limits in view.
Look deep into your soul it is there you will find.
Such is the hiding place of the poetical mind.

I looked inwards past all of mass depression
and underneath years of past aggression
The wall that I put up it was hiding behind
in my heart I found the poetical mind.