I want to be able to sit with my thoughts simply
And not yearn for distraction every other minute, second
Aching, begging, screaming, aching, screaming, begging
For someone to scoop me up and out of where I've stood for so long
And place me into the pristine puzzle of the universe
Where all things should be.
I think that with more stimulation
Comes truth and fulfillment,
And if I have a second to myself,
My thoughts will eat me alive.
They're already buzzing around all nasty
Deep inside my hair and scalp
Waiting for the slightest lull
Ready to tear into the sponge of my brain.
If I hear the juicy squelch of it being ripped away from the inside
Is it proof that I've been hollow all along?
YOU ARE READING
As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PuisiA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
