bury frustration at my knees
turn on the only channel tuned to your heart
can’t stay alive kicking through these doors
divide every opportunity into equal parts
look at all the directions
clean up my memories
watch the ships crash into the bridge of desire
run through the streets with a color burning deep in my eyes
catch the reflection lost in secrecy
are you the pain I can’t live without?
are you the pain i’ve nurtured since my youth?
deep into the illusion of yesterday
men run into secret cars
hoping for a way out of this town
when the crowds beat us up from the inside
when the people start to run into the sky
do they look at my past mistakes?
look at the crowds like a prisoner in the dark
grip my youth until we don’t age
these strings break with callous mistakes
these walls fall apart with every ounce of hope
when we speak again
when we change our minds
Shattered Mind 
Very colorful profusion of images and some stunning metaphor. I particularly like the ‘ships’ crashing into ‘the bridge of desire’. At first I thought I would not understand this poem, but I think I found the thread. Thank you.
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