...into something that's just a bit more inertial than my mind

...into something that's just a bit more inertial than my mind

A Poem by speakingcolors

my

mind is

inertial.  sometimes it

takes a moment to

get moving, but it moves

all the same.  the more it

moves, though, the more it gains.  before

i know it, it's racing out of control,

and no matter how much i try to stop

it, it just continues barreling faster and faster until it

crashes...

© 2009 speakingcolors


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Added on September 23, 2009
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speakingcolors
speakingcolors

somewhere outside looking in, PA



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poet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..

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