Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection

Distraction

distraction

distancing myself

from creeping thoughts

that thrive in the silence

avoiding

things like meditation

because in the quiet

my brain screams

why do we exist

just to die?

My mind

throwing 

a constant

futile tantrum

beating

clawing

clamoring for a way

to understand

the unfathomable

I rage against

the dying of the light