Thought Walls

I do believe the walls move in this place

I can feel them creeping like spiders around me

Only to end my daze in space

When I’m moving through 

 

Nothing’s the same in my mind

Nothing’s the same when I return

Nothing’s where I want it to be

Everything’s growing anxiety 

 

My pieces of mind, my peace of mind

The riptide pulls them from me

 

I could follow them out to sea

I won’t follow them out to sea

 

I waited too long

I cannot see

Where they are in the sea

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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