Thoughts While Pacing

Thoughts While Pacing

A Poem by Popsie

I've lit the match,
My mind is burning,
My arms are yearning,
My thoughts are turning
into things I can't catch.
I can't stop the fire,
The walls are aflame,
I should carry the shame,
Only I am to blame
for the red reaching higher.
I'm starting to choke,
My mind is too brash,
My thoughts turn to ash,
My body will crash,
I can't see through the smoke.
I'm only dramatic,
There is no fire,
The situation isn't dire,
I've just tripped over the wire,
Locked in my mind's attic.

© 2018 Popsie


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Added on August 23, 2018
Last Updated on August 23, 2018