Sometimes there is all too much
Swirling down the drain
That is screwed inside my brain.
Sometimes I just need to organize
Some of the chaos
In the midst of the storm.
Put a thought into a box,
The frame that is a poem,
Rhymes, and stanzas, and pattern.
But somehow more thoughts spill out,
And I must unbox
The problems that escaped their cages.
Box
Unbox
Box
Unbox
Box
Unbox
I must start again.
Box
Unbox
Box
Unbox
Box
Unbox
Uh oh, there's a knock at my door,
Better let him in...
Oh yay... a new package...
Unbox the box of boxed up thoughts
That crawl back inside and tangle
Until I try once again.
Box
Unbox
Box
Unbox
Explosion.
I opened the wrong box.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
