you and the constant thought

"A poem for the terminal thinker"

You try to breathe, and find no relief.

head buried deep, in a hole of grief.

Trying to reach through that glass, will reveal

your mask, that you hide behind, still cant find the

reason to be dignified. Rambling and mumbling

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and trying not to panic, snap it, and bend all

of the waves of access thought, and dancing on

her cough, is ehe unpleasent thought of blistering

betrayal.

Actually it nothing new, the last time it happened

he got trapped, and is now is a full force life, of

constant anger and strife.

bring me back to life, i was in the water to long,

you try to breathe, and find no relief.

head buried deep, in a hole of grief.

now dont get me wrong, i still want to be

strong, lift my head with confidence with

this constant flow of infecting thoughts, that could

break your mind, to even hear of it.

so relax kid, everything will be allright, you

can always follow that bright light that exists.

 

 

Reviews

[Christine]

something needed to be said about invasive thought...well done
is the ending line intended to be hopeful or menacing?