Thoughts Adrift
In the autumn's overflow,
my mug spills over as
leaves cascade like
torrential Monsoon downpours.
My thoughts,
like a loaded barrel
lodged down my throat,
hold my mind hostage.
Stillness halts my very steps,
overthinking, the great divider
ruptures my body
from my thoughts.
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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