The thoughts in my mind are so hard to collect, they are coming so hard, they are coming so fast, like a train about to derail off the tracks.
Can I do this?
I should have done that.
Why did I do this?
Why did I do that?
There are so many questions and yet no answers, so much failure and yet no chances.
My thoughts are traveling at the speed of light, my body and soul try to put up a fight.
I am tired of thinking yet my mind keeps going, no stop in sight and no signs of it slowing.
My mind seeks the answers but nothing it finds.
Confusion, distraction, corruption, disruption, these are the signs of my deconstruction.
I am falling apart at the seams trying to analyze what my thoughts mean.
I begin waiting to fall into the darkness where I will be consumed by all this madness.
I know one day my trip will end, until then I can not mend the wounds I've encountered.
I am wishing to heal but I don't have the power!
About the Creator
Jackie Sagastume
I am 35 years old and I have been writing poetry since I was in elementary school. I love to express myself through words and find that writing is a coping mechanism for me because my life is complicated.
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