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—