My Mind Wrapped With a Bow
I sit here with all these ideas in my mind
head exploding
arms and legs dragging me down like golden anchors
every thought drowning me in a sea of distress.
Hair up like millions of snakes turning smiles into stone.
I cry and cry but the words I shout are not heard
clawing my eyes hoping to get a peek at what the future brings
scared that my past will unbury and throw itself in my path and I will be unable to move on.
Darkness surrounds my body and sleep covers my mind
stuck in a death-like trance, paralyzed
dreaming about times that shall never return.
As I'm awaken by the yells and screams that are my thoughts bouncing around the room
damaging the time that it would finally be..."us"
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