I am left turning and twisting
in the dead of night, restless
My thoughts keep me up past
sunrise, I have no power to
stop them. My cluttered head can
only think of what comes with
the dawn of a day, in
a far off land called tomorrow
Silent words are put to vows
I'll never keep when the sun
makes it's way into my window
and the seeds I planted are
left to rot in the ground
never to come to fruition again
I will consolidate myself, for it
is not my fault that I
lack the proper motivation to do
what I please, yet it is
and so the world turns and
today turns into the unforgiving tomorrow
and I will try to find
within me the power to begin
any journey down the anfractuous road
to where I wish to find
myself
YOU ARE READING
Screeches of the un-oiled Mind
PoetryA collection of "poetry" (if you can really call it that) I'm writing on a whim. It's simply a way for me to get things out of my head so don't expect anything spectacular.
