Can you drown in your thoughts?
I believe I’ve come close.
Thoughts that strain the seams of my brain,
Seeking escape.
Just too many thoughts for one place.
~
The pressure builds until,
There is no room in my skull,
The headache becomes immense.
~
The thoughts need room to breath and grow,
So they crawl down my throat,
Like insects through a tunnel.
They reach my heart,
Expand and multiply.
Fill my poor heart to stretching,
And weigh it down,
Heavy.
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Once the heart is nearly bursting,
The offspring,
The expanded and elaborated worries move;
On through my inner workings,
To my stomach,
Making me ill.
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