there is a constant beat inside my head,
and it likes to strike harder every so often,
so that the walls of my mind are hitting each
other and everything is muddled up.
something ignites in those moments
and my thoughts burn with barely contained
anguish, and i realise it is because of you
and i wonder if i would like to continue to
live like this, but i do not think that i do,
and that makes me question
the value of life, the value of faith.
YOU ARE READING
set free
Poetrya cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious
