She can’t help but overthink,
The lockdown has her mind in a whirl.
Thoughts she’d buried deep inside,
Have resurfaced without a twirl.
She can’t escape the noise,
The constant chatter in her head.
It’s like a swarm of bees,
A tidal wave of emotions she dreads.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PuisiWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
