Thoughts are like diseases
Spreading, taking root in my mind
Filling my brain with words
Flooding my system with it
Like a dam finally collapsed, it gushes
Like geysers with unbridled strength
To take over my mind
So many thought, in so little time
Right. Wrong. Yes. No.
Is he judging me? Or is it me?
Does she hate me? Does she like me?
Am I wrong? Wrong about it -
They are like banshees
Shrill screamings in my mind
No longer blank and empty
Howling like tornados
Like waves coming again
And again, endless and eternal
Destructive and corroding
The field of my mind onto a cliff
On which I throw these
Unwanted, unnecessary words off
My arms tiring but my task
And my burden is forever
And now I sit and think
Or should I say overthink
Sadly thinking neither helps
Nor pays - if only overthinking
Was like overworking and one
Could earn something from it -
But only negativity I gain from it
Insecurity that fuels further
My overthinking mind
And like a burning branch it flares
Bright with uncertainty before it
Dies into ashes of nothingness
Burn away my doubts o fire
I wish not to overthink
But on my comfortable seat I think
And think and realise so ironic
Am I overthinking
Is this poem a thought that was -
Overthought?
Perhaps I am overthinking
Of my own overthinking?
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
