Wrapped Around the Soul
Scribbles of a hyper active mind.
Words on my mind
Death.
Seems horrid?
The thought of it
Seems calming actually.
Poison.
I could use,
It might work
Maybe.
Stop.
They tell me.
That’s not a nice thought.
You should think happy ones.
Finish.
Is it a journey?
Why do I have to?
Will I get a medal?
Fear.
The fear of my thoughts,
Of where my mind drifts to.
You wouldn’t get it.
Anguish.
Seems like an exaggeration?
I wish it were.
Trust me, it isn’t.
It’s 3 a.m.
On a sleepless night, and,
These are the
Words on my mind.
