My poems don't rhyme
My lines, they don't coincide
This little pill
It's conflicting
I can't tell if I'm taking a step forward
Or 12 steps back
My thoughts are clear
But my words are scrambled
Scrambling
To find a way
To make myself understood
My poem is confused
Disorganized
But my brain
It's working just fine
YOU ARE READING
Empty Thoughts
РазноеJust an odd collection of thoughts in my brain that sometimes come spilling out of my mind
