Spinning in time
My mind
A muddled mess
Trip…
Stumble…
Fall…
Ripping free
Stitches of
Emotions in
My heart
My sin
Lost
Look away
Don’t watch
It’ll be okay
A moment
An inch
Everything
Drips of you
You’re all I see
Around I go
Spinning in time
My mind
Make it stop
a very painful glimpse of how our minds can spin out of control...... thank you...
ReplyDeleteI've felt like this before, chica. You did well in putting it all together in this poem. Good job!
ReplyDeleteemotions the windows of our souls...very eloquently stated.
ReplyDeleteRun away, stop and look back, and see that it is behind you now. I think you kicked its ass. ox
ReplyDeleteWow. I feel like you can see into my head... a muddled mess, spinning in time. You nailed this one.
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