In the heart of my heart
Buried deep, so deep
Lies a tiny little chest of scars
Locked forever to sleep
“Wake”, said the pounding
Of my heart so weak
“Wake”, said my being
Ever so bleak
The little chest quivered
And began to queak
Tag: creative writing
Spinning Spiral
Going spirals in these twisting coils
They’re turning,swirling,on,on
Restless,unending,seemingly infinite
Turning to shades of every possible and improbable colors
Bright,dim,glittery,low,high are they
Making me anxious,ecstatic,weak,drowning
Deadly,frightening is their pace,I’m scared
Feeling hopeful,lost,weird,wanting
Doubtful if I’ll last till they end
In lightening speed they quicken
My poor self,petrified,drained,devitalized
Horrid traffic,noise in my head,thoughts in my ears
Need to stop,need to continue