This Tumble Of Thoughts
Bloated with words
A monstrosity of withheld expression
Dusty wine bottles full of regret
An itching of the skin
Writhing
Exposed raw nerves
Like downed power lines
Deadly live wires
Anxiety like a nest full of snakes
Oily bullets with engraved names
Waiting to be loaded
Into magazines full of sadness
Hopeless dead ends
Why this tumble of thoughts
Where am I going?
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