"whirlwind"

I tell myself to forget but the dreams keep reoccurring The funny thing is I am awake Haunting thoughts seep in my pores like a sponge Entering my bloodstream swinging my mood like a seesaw I sturdy myself both hands against the wall through this emotional earthquake My body may sleep but my mind is in a state of permanent insomnia I yearn for complete hibernation When will it come? The waiting is torture Soon I will find peace then my mind can finally rest by: Bruce Mahnken