Thoughts While PacingA Poem by Popsie
I've lit the match,
My mind is burning, My arms are yearning, My thoughts are turning into things I can't catch. I can't stop the fire, The walls are aflame, I should carry the shame, Only I am to blame for the red reaching higher. I'm starting to choke, My mind is too brash, My thoughts turn to ash, My body will crash, I can't see through the smoke. I'm only dramatic, There is no fire, The situation isn't dire, I've just tripped over the wire, Locked in my mind's attic.
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Added on August 23, 2018 Last Updated on August 23, 2018 |