Thoughts are flailing round,
in this damp dark space that is my mind
thoughts that have me bound
by the answers i cant seem to find.
Questions plague my being
and tell me i cant cope
with the horrors i am seeing...
and then i reach for the end of the rope.
It hangs there swinging left to right
hypnotising me....
to come and take it..... in the night
........questions...please just
...let me be.............
.............
........
Author notes
i wrote in english class out of sheer boredom
Written August 11th, 2005
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cool poem! i like the rhyming. i like how you don't tell us what the "horrors" are you just tell us how they impact you or w/e. very good, keep writing.

