A poem I wrote about my brain
I am consumed by my thoughts
I don’t realize time on clocks
I jump, cough, shake and quake
My brain constantly awake
To avoid the fall down the hole
God someone, please damage control
Sleepless nights
Tiresome days
Internal fights
And false plays
These thoughts aren’t mine
I don’t know where. A fault line?
I really wish they would resign
Perhaps, maybe a guideline
Guilty conscious
Tired mind
Can’t control these thoughts that aren’t mine
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