I'm an over thinker.
My thoughts linger
Around for too long and too much.
So when it gets a little rough,
I take a seat on my couch,
And play my music excruciatingly loud,
And that drowns out
All my unwanted thoughts.
But then there's that time again in the day,
When they sought out for me,
I never have the strength to play
their useless games.
The things they say...
The voices are there, then they're away,
They're unconvincing but finally has me swayed.
I'm crazed, razed,
A canvas not yet painted and praised.
My thoughts a constant puzzle or maze;
My mind's l a b y r i n t h.
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A Poet's Random Notes
PoetryThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
