Whirring brain in constant motion
Desperate to diffuse my volatile heart's explosion
Slow building vibration
Ending with instant mind detonationOver thinking is a deadly road
Feel as if I might implode
And if I do combust
My thoughts will scatter like stardustFrom reality to make believe I soon digress
Wild imagination like an illness
Tension builds as too many ideas compress
Soon madness erupts and renders me motionlessThis constant need to blame
Will make me erupt into flame
Fears of the future loom
No choice but to go boomHundred thoughts moving ever so fast
If they don't calm soon, my head will blast
From my lips, panicked words flow
My last fuse of sanity is sure to blow
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Tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence