it feels like
a nuclear bomb
approaching my homeand no matter what I do
i will never be prepared
and the fallout will always be greaterthan me.
it feels like
an air tight jar
but the lid is slowly being screwed offso 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 waterthat 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 sentencesscattered 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