Energy builds up inside my body,
a volcano about to erupt.
Incessant tapping ticks on the desk
by nails worn jagged and rough.
The words keep tumbling off my tongue
with no filter or end in sight.
A blur as I pace through every room
and stay up late at night.
It's hard to breathe.
YOU ARE READING
Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
