Broken Mind
tumbling thoughts
all different in a way and divergent
twisting and turning
distant from others yet held tight
shift of emotion
a diversion
kinda like foreboding
some make a sense of exuberance
some make a sense of sorrow
expressing is sharp
sharp is pain
slowly inhaling the desire
exhaling just as quick
wanting to stay but not yet strong
not yet brave enough
forgetful of it all
nothing makes sense
my mind keeps tumbling the thoughts
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