Stolen by thought my minds a victim
Pensive, my inner ears are listening
A constant migrane, deepening by the inches
My brain prodded by every thought pinching
The constant question, what's my life missing?
No expression emotionless, as if death was kissing
Cold lifeless, but yet so peaceful
Freedom, from everything that's hurtful
Deserting me in this curtain of reasons
The dawn the dusk, everytime each season
Every rhyme, every word, every meaning
All day all night, every morn, every evening
Daily, my thoughts are increasing
A mind tick tocking, my thought I'm pleasing
by Jesse Johnson
No comments:
Post a Comment