Caught In Between Poetry and Prose

seeing, being barely there...
Mon Dec 8

Thinking…

I need to stop caring
To stop thinking, thinking, thinking.
STOP.
Please stop now
My body’s tired and I need my rest
But my mind wont listen
I’ll start to confess
I need something tangible
A diagnosis, if you will
While I find myself - thinking, thinking, thinking, still

I need to stop now
My thoughts, I must forget
I feel there’s something wrong
I just don’t know yet
It wouldn’t feel right to ask a friend
How do you explain without causing an end
Few would understand, even if I could explain
Finding the words, is mainly the strain

All held in, all left in, all trapped in-
In to be thinking, thinking, thinking
I would be nice to say that its not always bad
But this lack of sleep could drive you mad

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