On top of my cold hard bed, tossing and turning
Varieties of thoughts taking over my weak mind
Every thought multiplies into different feelings
Rest is not one of the thoughts unfortunately
Thoughts fill my mind to the brim
Head is about to explode
Innocent thoughts causing all this pain
Not even one thought is creating joy
Killing my spirit a bit by bit
Inside my mind is a mine field
Never ending explosions echo in my head
Giving my head many ways of suffering
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Author:
Mysterious Poet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2017 00:43
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Comments5
I know how you feel. Great poem
The mind can get so confused and even dangerous. Good write.
get out of bed and write it all down wash and rinse until clear. Good very good work!
Nice free verse write.
Try Yoga. Great for clearing the mind and beneficial for your health. Nice write, very mature for 14. Try writing about something outside of your life, like a scene outside, or a bit of Nature, or anything you have observed. - Phil A.
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