I have a wasps nest in my head.
A swarm of them flying throughout.
Thoughts buzzing around, going this way and that.
Constant traffic, constant chaos.
I can't focus, I want them out
It feels like a heavy heart, but it's stuck in my head.
I feel heavy with it, but empty without.
I want it removed
But these wasps aren't alive.
These wasps are my thoughts, which I can't remove.
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A drop in the ocean
Poetry"We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop." Mother Teresa A collection of poetry that I have written (and published separately) that is the hard truth. If you rea...
