As time passes I am unable to sleep.
Thoughts crowding my head like a garden that was left unweeded.
Maybe one day I'll get the courage to sift through the soil, rip out the thoughts that were never meant to grow.
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Author:
Lourdes (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Ive struggled with insomnia and depression for years. This is what the poem is about.
- Category: Reflection
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WELCOME LOURDES (Lovely name) ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ and your comment. It is well written and examines the frustration of the unwanted thoughts ~ that crowd and clog are minds. It is something ~ to a greater or lesser extent ~ that we experience as Teens. It does get better as we grow up ! Thanks for sharing ~ thinking of you ~ BRIAN (UK)
Thank you for your in depth comment, comments like these help me grow as a writer. 🙂
Hug from me. I would like to help you pull the weeds out. The weeds just start to germinate in my mind. I try to prevent them from growing.
Feel for you.
Well expressed.
Thank you. I hope you don't have any more weeds and grow positive thoughts instead. 🙂
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