March 29, 2017
Sometimes it gets to the point where
your thoughts are little too loud
and you can't just cover your ears because
hands can't stop warriors trained in the art of
spilling your tears and
you can't shut off your mind because
your thoughts have gone to hell and back
for the sole purpose of bringing their
anxiety size bricks
and razor sharp sticks
broken-minded stones
and I feel like they're trying to break my bones
I'm losing this fight
but it's okay "I'll be alright"
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PoetryHighest rating: #37 in POETRY Collection of short poems that have written in my darkest times and in my happiest ones. "Lend me your ears please, for a second, a minute, an hour. Let me tell you how one day an evil witch came into my front door and...
