Numb Introspection
I always fell short of greatest. 
One step behind hurts a lot more than completely missing the mark. 
But that's just me. 
It's like I was never good enough... 
Confronting my demons in this time of introspection. 
But my quality time just seems to be numbing my emotions.
Wake up a corpse, tire from nothing and ask if there's a nutritional malfunction... 
And the cycle continues... 
My mind is running wild like a wildfire. 
Earth is at a standstill but I'm like a windmill... going wherever the wind blows,
And hoping for the best, but the wind is giving me anxiety. 
I am not an addict. 
The mind is my prison...
It craves that which I shouldn't. 
And once in a while, I allow it to pull me in...
Until next time, à tout à l'heure.💋
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I think we should make you a compilation book of poetry by poets
ReplyDeleteOh really? I think that's a great idea. Thank you 😊
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