My thoughts can’t linger
Or I’ll burst
My lungs bubbling
Into a scream
A pathetic cry for
Attention that has to
Be gagged, it wouldn’t
Turn the tides
I can’t afford getting
Swept into yet another
Undertow, so I run
Stumbling, insides boiling,
Scraped knees and stubbed toes
In an attempt to
Escape my own mind.
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The Secret Life of Thought
PoetrySometimes we don't say a word because our mind is too full of them. These pages hold just a few of those.
