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My Scattered Thoughts

My thoughts are scattered about like sand in the wind Blowing hither and tither without a place to land Summoning the courage to pick up my scattered thoughts, and finding the strength to go on My frazzled mind seeks release from the tension, of loss and mourn, making me shrink further inside myself Thinking, blinking, hoping and praying, who will rescue me from the body undergoing this death Stress abounds hurt so profound, wounded like a trapped animal seeking release from this horrendous beast Thrashing to and fro, wondering where to go, sadness and pain, mingling with the rain Pounding like an angry train, faster, harder, my thoughts for barter, tempestuous thoughts, running, hiding, forever inviting me back to me peace in tow Dying to know, wondering in slow motion Just trying t o come out of myself, to compose my thoughts randomly, the things people say to me, do to me, the ones who say they love me, and turn around and spew forth the ugliest hurtful words they can think of Anything you see, shredding my dignity, Whoever said that words don't hurt, has no earthly idea of how wrong they were As with stabs of a knife, words can cut like a two-edge sword Words so profound they knock you down and you can't breathe cannot conceive, while inside you are dying and bleeding, and why I say, words cannot convey, like agonizing poison that you have thrust upon me Thoughts so scattered, I wonder how and why, now how I can get back to me Fleeing, agreeing, and once again believing I run, I cry, I soar on high, seeking once again to free my mind I wrangle, I twist, I turn, I bought, and once again yearn to be released from my scattered thoughts

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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