Saturday, October 11, 2014

Stop

Stop
4/8/2014

Many a night I sit in silence—My brain
Ticking, tocking, ticking
And I stop—but move again,
Continuing forward,
Onward,
My thoughts colliding
In a multitudinous conglomeration
Of stress.
Worry, worry, working
My brain doesn’t stop ticking
And no matter what I try
It—just—won’t—stop—
There is no rest and like a pest
Ripping into my mind
It doesn’t stop.
So I let it run its course into the pitch black night
Until my eyes finally—sink—closed
And it—can all—stop—

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