A glass is breaking in the back of my mind
I can't help but question the mysteries I find
Wonder creeps into my memory
Disorganized thoughts try to kill me
I cry for what may happen
I'm afraid of running out of time
I am lost, cold, and lonely
The pangs of worry urge me to retch
My jitters refuse harmony
To bed I go with nightmares and tears upon my pillow
I beseech wellness come hither, to abandon these feelings so low
Author notes
The best title I could come up with is "Jumbled" because that's how I describe this poem. It wasn't well-thougt out. It is a quick write to blow off steam. Tell me what you think anyway, if you please.
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