My thoughts tumble out of my mouth,
Not allowing anytime to verbally tell or even jot it down fast enough.
My thoughts push and pull me into a wave of exhaustion.
Never slowing down, always crashing down upon me until I'm nearly drowning.
Drowning in all of my problems and the voices away.
There's just too many waves on the surface and I don't think that'll have enough in me to breathe.
Now they're just waves,
crashing down into my messed up mind.
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Crashing Thoughts
Poetry"My thoughts are rushing back and fourth, like the tide is pulling my problems away"
