I am drowning in the waters caught In floods and tides and waves of thought I try to bring myself to think But ideas stay beyond the brink I try so many and succeed in none I strive to know and finish one But my mind will stay to fail and flunk And walk in ways a stumbling drunk If I try to think of thoughts so many I wonβt be able - to think of any
A mixture of overthinking everything and tad bit of anxiety. I would love to hear back any type of feedback. I am trying to put together an anthology and need to be critiqued as a writer.