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.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 10:36 AM UTC
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.
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