it feels like
a nuclear bomb
approaching my home
and no matter what I do
i will never be prepared
and the fallout will always be greater
than me.
it feels like
an air tight jar
but the lid is slowly being screwed off
so instead of a rush of air leaving
it's a slow
torturing trickle
and I can do nothing against it.
it feels like
a slowly filling room of water
that I know will someday reach the top of the glass
and drown me
a part of me is frightened
a part of me wants to let go.
it feels
like jagged sentences
scattered on the page.
it feels like
an incomplete
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Results of a Restless Mind
PoetryA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20
