Swimming the mind.
Swimming in an ocean of muck and destruction.
The way the waves crash upon the walls of the caved in cells of the skull.
Cracking and crawling with fissures and creepy crawlies.
How strange it all is, to see the thoughts before you.
One seemingly more important than the last.
Uttering whispers to the walls.
"Notice me notice me."
They murmur in silent tandem.
Bounces off the waves and rocks of insecurities.
"Notice me notice me."
Until they stop, are quiet, and you're breathing is vacant.
Toxic thoughts roamed the waters of your mind
and though they search the cause,
you can't look inside the depths of your mind.
YOU ARE READING
Stuck between the Pages
PuisiSmall poems with no real meanings from a writer lost in dreaming. Also, for even better poems... go read Arlahndo's poems called "The Withdrawal Effect."
