Mile a Minute

Its 2 am and i just want to sleep

My head needs to slow down

But if my mind starts to slow 

My thoughts get up and go 

Im afraid the words wont flow 

I'll never get back that writing mojo 

It's the end of everything that I know 

The slip and slide of this latin letter ride 

Across the page, against the tide 

Theres no where to turn no where to hide 

And if I said I'm okay know that I lied 

I tried to take it all in stride 

But only a second ago one of my other thoughts died 

Because I was too busy getting loose ends tied 

And with those loose ends snug and tight 

I thought to myself I could sleep through the night 

But I know in my heart it'll never be right 

So I tried to keep things cheery and light 

But the thoughts that died are still shining bright 

Turning everything in sight this painful white 

But I'm afraid against all my might 

These words will never cease 

Its only ever a moment where I can find peace 

And a piece of myself gets its release 

As I toss and turn and put in my share of elbow grease 

So that these words can stop being my thought police 

And everyone will stop and listen to me 

Of every race, tongue, or cree 

See that they can be all that they want to be  

Everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree 

And the truth shall set you free 

Fly through the air, happy carefree 

Sailing the ocean crossing the sea 

And you all can let me be.

Just let me drown 

Sit on my silent ocean throne with my quiet ocean crown

So my head can finally 

Finally 

Slow itself down

Reviews

[Elwyn]

#relatable

i have anxiety when I cannot write and anxiety that when I do, it isn't good.

breaks don't help... I should be writing.

My head is whirring whirring whirring and I want it to stop... but when it stops, I have anxiety... for who am I without the whirring?

Excellent rhyme scheme. You're so talented. Really liked the breaks in the last lines... really offsets the rest of the poem (and how it is tastefully unpunctuated to feel rushed), and lets the reader experience the relief you have in finally finally being able to slow down. I will always admire you, both as a writer, and as a person.