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Mar 2019
Will it ever stop?
The words ricocheting in my head.
The pain.
My migraine.

It doesn't stop.
words rushing in the mind,
is like adrenaline at the heart.

I beg you to stop.
I plead for mercy,
For thou hast not unlocked lips,
raised a hand nor pestered with gods will.

Yet I barely stand,
merely a generic man.
Perhaps this is gods plan?
There it goes again...
Am I mad?

Why thou mind,
poison all that nurtures it?
It is unfortunate that our hearts cannot yield without it.
Overthinking is such a burden.
Written by
Sevki  22/M/Australia, Melbourne
(22/M/Australia, Melbourne)   
     B, --- and Sevki
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