Gears
Look closely you will see my gears grinding,
they race like a bullet down the highway;
Ping pong against the walls inside my head,
my hyperactive mind’s always running;
It won’t slow down even on a good day,
the story behind my eyes is pure dread;
I never see that point of no return
flying past a sign that says ‘Stay Away’.
Push forward when I should let go instead,
hanging on too long I know I will burn
that thread.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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