What a nuisance
What racket, what noise
The fuzz and buzz of my mind.
I need to breathe,
I need to think.
I can't leave my head behind.
My thoughts have become irrational
My brain has turned to mush
These signals are all so strange to me,
I have lost myself in the rush.
Am I rushing,
Or is this right?
If this shall end in a fight
Then I will lose I'm sure.
I'm not strong in the body or mind
I rush myself all the time
And yet, this seems calm.
Do I leave before I lose?
Do I surrender to the feeling?
The feeling of not being alone.
Of being wanted.
Of being loved.
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Besotted and Blind
PoetryPoems or a stream of thought about the end of a relationship. The love was one sided. There are plenty more, just seeing if they're wanted first. If there are any grammatical errors please let me know.
