This never ending stream of thoughts
Running wild in my head
Each and every moment of the day
And not to mention the insane nights.
They mess up my head
In a way I don't seem to comprehend
Where do they even come from ?
It's my mind after all, I should know.
But half the time , I don't.
And the other half ,
like a clueless creature
I let myself get lost in them.
They are like explosives ;
Ready to explode.
Like volcanoes ;
Ready to erupt.
Like that ticking bomb ,
Ready to destruct.
Never taking a break .
Don't they get tired ?
Because I certainly have
From this chaos called mind .
- M
2:02 am
24 May '20
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It was a prompt in which you had to portray "sick" without using the word sick.
I've tried to depict how sometimes we get sick from our unwanted , ready-to- explode-your-mind thoughts into words.
And being a writer, our mind really don't know how to take a break , doesn't it ?
I hope I was able to portray what I wished to.
