They go nowhere as their days are wasted,

From dawn until dusk they are in a bad way.

With all of their waking hour’s thoughts are formed,

Survival is a tiring adventure for those with dead minds.

They are going nowhere as they hope for only somewhere,

They move from here to there but accomplish little in despair.

There are dead minds of many a kind, wasting time,

The sun goes up and the sun moves around before it goes down,

They get lost with time, dead minds pass us by, all around.

Keith Garrett


3 thoughts on “DEAD MINDS

  1. This touches home. I see dead minds all day long. There minds are dead and days filled with drugs. They hang out all day doing nothing so I could see these people in your poem.

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