My mind is full, bursting at the seams.
I can't even escape with my dreams.
No matter where I go, I cannot hide.
How do you run from your mind?
I can close my eyes tight,
And wonder what silence sounds like.
Words scream, amidst a million more.
I cannot sleep, inside this war.
I must admit, I love the sharp twisting and burning.
I must admit, I am addicted to
The sound of the gears turning.
A poem I thought of in the wee hours of the morning. Insomnia is the bane of my existence.
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THE CAFFEINE ADDICT-- A Rant Book/Journal
CasualeSo, I'm just writing a bit about me, with poetry here and there. This is mostly to help me with writing skills.
