Questions clawing through my head.
Laying awake in this bed.
Words floating in this abyss called brain.
Pictures I can't contain.
Morbid thoughts and mesmeric dreams.
Each one has it's own theme.
Family ties and friendship bonds.
Fearful moments I abscond.
Answers given.
Questions shriven.
What am I searching for?
This seems like an endless metaphor.
Penniless thoughts and nightmares of cash.
Mood swings and tremors of backlash.
Confident moments and anxiety strikes.
Ideas linked to psych.
Beautiful thoughts containing nightmares.
My whole life seems like a dare.
Cursing in my mind.
Feel like I'm in a bind.
Understanding more and telling less.
Jealous of those that make it seem effortless.
Tell me I'm wrong and tell me I'm right.
Living up to those gives me a fright.
People who see my smile.
Hardly know I'm versatile.
Enough of my answers hidden and questions ungiven.
Tired of thoughts and memories being tested and overridden.
Abrupt endings and rueful smirks.
Don't look at me like I'm just a quirk.
YOU ARE READING
Of poems and thoughts
Poetry"My nana always told me. Lock your heart away before the big bad wolf comes to play. But what happens dear nan when I seem to have lost the key?" "Of bullets and shards. Of rubbers and ice. Of places and homes. Of broken ties that I cant seem to fi...
