The thoughts belligerently and
deliberately,
circle.
They are laughing and they are trapping
and hoist themselves to the top of
a reckoning and a ******* lack of closure.
They are breaking.
Each one tantamount
to frivolously granting wishes to
urges, panting.
But, they’re in too deep.
I feel needles in my arms and
stitches in my neck.
A betrayal of denial.
Screams and teams,
trading places with endless races.
They came to spare with care,
wired,
how am I still not tired?
The thoughts belligerently and
deliberately,
circle.
But, where are they now?