Rows of angry red
eyes stretch endlessly onward.
Morning “rush hour”.

Once again

I fell into those eyes,
Once again.




Garrett Johnson.

The hydrangeas are starting to die now
The clouds are filling with rain
The kids have new-school anxiety
And we’re all filling with pain

The novelty is starting to die now
I’m already tired of faces
The leaves are falling from branches
And I’m already out of aces.

it is tiring.

watching their faces smashed
against the windows smiling
almost aggressively laughing

having to not hurt everyone
as i trip about corners and words
and deadly sentences
and yet still get there
get to “friendship”

standing in an
unending burst
of my own energy
just to calm theirs

pulling up my
****** muscles to
create a paper thin emotion
a semblance of contentment
just a semblance

cascading upon me
a pool of thoughts and opinions
i never asked for

i am tired.

of them.

1 *****
100 billion cells
Too many ifs
Too much probabilities
Too much worries
Too much scenarios
Let me have some rest
Sincerely,
-Broken brain