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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