Book of Mind

January 18, 2020

My mind is a book unread

With pages that have words to be said

But I am filled with dred to read ahead

My words pile up unsaid.

I am crushed underneath them leaving me for dead

I am hanging by a thread

Trying to get ahead without any bloodshed

I am trapped in my head with words misread

I am fighting to leave this twisting web

One day I will be freed from this death's head

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