The sun falls but why can't I?
There's a nascar race inside my mind,
Going in circles faster and faster,
Until my head becomes a disaster.
Moon rises and stars expose,
I think until my head explodes.
The pieces fling into the night sky,
And I start to run out of time.
Sun comes up and the stars fade,
But here I am, still wide awake.
Desperately I try to catch some z's,
But I can't even get two or three.
The sun is out, the world's awake,
But I never slept, for heaven's sake.
My head never stops running circles,
I wish I could send in a missile,
To destroy my head and kill me dead.
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Behind The Skull
PoetryThis is a poetry book with all the poetry I've ever written in it. I don't have a specific writing style. In fact, I don't even know what kind of poetry mine would be considered. Truth is, I just write what's on my mind and sometimes it rhymes. Hop...
