I'm not happy
I'm out of my mind
Not focused
Can't sleep
Insomniac
Somethings twisting inside of me
Running around
Fidgeting
Never at ease
Biting
Clambering
At every corner
Scrambling their way out
I can't relax it
Forever scratching
And mixing
And blending
A cake mixture refusing to be made
I want this creature
To settle down
And fall asleep
Stop moving
If it does
I won't be happy
But
It will just
feel
right
YOU ARE READING
Bonded With Tears (7)
PoetryA poetry book. A semi-story based loosely on real life events, mainly my emotions amplified on paper. Also linked to the idea of homelessness.
