I'm drowning in a river of words,
Filling up my mind as they rise.
All the things I haven't said.
Thought but never spoken.
Tangled up and rushing past.
Suffocating.
Each thought and moment thrown inside.
A whirlpool rushes fast,
Sweeping along the terrace of my mind
Always going forward but never back.
A clock strikes twelve as midnight's nigh,
the puzzle only grows.
A hand struggles to write the phrase
But as soon as they come they disappear.
Leaving with a poem of chopped up messy blurs.
Only pieced together by those who heard the words.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Rivers of Words
PoesíaThe poems which keep me up at night--pondering about life and happiness. A canvas of words too big to be kept to myself.
