Sonnet 32

Picking at pillow cases

I think I have taken all this too far

Naturally moving to darker places

While you are crying in your car

I am starting to tire of this

Seems as if we are all missing something

Our minds frequently turn to common illness

Consistent in consistently overthinking everything

Aren't we all looking to escape?

Turning to alcohol, turning to drugs

Stubbornness seems to be a constant mistake

Sometimes we need someone to love

But humanity has always been this way

We enjoy worrying ourselves to the grave 

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

Do we really enjoy it or is it built into us I wonder. They say everybody has worries. I liked the rhyming. It was well done. :) stay inspired