A million and one things,
Are swarming through the mess
From which I can’t digress.
I’m wandering. Just
Wandering,
Treading down the paths,
I walked a thousand lonely times
Before I let them overgrow,
And become what I defined,
As entwined with the mind,
I’d never find.
The deafening silence,
And the screaming whispers
Of a tortured soul, in pieces
On the ground.
My heart pounds,
As they begin to race,
Faster
And
Faster
Hitting on the sides,
Banging on the walls-
I can’t escape.
I’ve lost faith
Because of this place.
I can’t think straight at all.