Speeding TrainA Poem by MickeyMaybe my headaches are just my mind trying to tell me to just STOP THINKING so much. But how can I stop thinking when my thoughts are like a speeding train with no tracks to lead them, no brakes to stop them, nothing to put them on HOLD. There are no destinations, no endings, no other passengers I can explain them to , try to understand them with, just me and my thoughts. My own little prison with no key.
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Added on October 21, 2014 Last Updated on October 21, 2014 AuthorMickeyBrooklyn, NYAboutHello, sometimes I randomly write poems. Reviews are appreciated :) more..Writing
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