•••
As the thoughts flow racing
All along, the anxieties run pacing
It keeps running, and my heart keeps longing
To get it out of my chest
Craving for the day when my soul can find its rest
Can't seem to runaway
Still, the feeling won't fade away
Yearning to play with my sorrow
Abominating the advent of my morrow
•••
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
•••
As the thoughts flow racing
All along, the anxieties run pacing
It keeps running, and my heart keeps longing
To get it out of my chest
Craving for the day when my soul can find its rest
Can't seem to runaway
Still, the feeling won't fade away
Yearning to play with my sorrow
Abominating the advent of my morrow
•••
Request permission to use this poem