Middle of nowhere

Never been so clueless about my own musings, never so trapped in the mazes of my mind
every silent reverie is a flashback of the past..
A past I wish I could get rid off in quick time.......

Tempted by pals to share emotions,
hearing each one reveal his deepest secrets,
yet the concoctions of my memory restrain me,
from unveiling the face of my subtle thoughts.....

Wish I could find a haven,
for these pointless aimless useless preoccupations,
but disappointment is all I get in return,
and these strange thoughts tamper with my brain...

This rotten brain glows with darkness,
destroying and creating itself over and over again,
thoughts scavenge on all that is left of it,
in their own silent somnolent way

This pen of mine is questioning what i write,
even i'm oblivious to my own words.....
I don't expect any to understand my lines..

So it is better that right here I stop.........