Inside My Head

Voices in my head, round and round it goes.

Back and forth, back and forth. We're going round and round in circles, not knowing when to start or when to stop. Back and forth, back and forth.

A vicious cycle is it not?

When does it end? When can it end? When it begins, what happens then?

 

Life is a cloud, we can easily get lost in.

Oh the guilt, the humiliation the starvation.

 

Out of control we go round and round. I’ve told you this many times before. You never listen.

 

You never listen.

Reviews

[Blue]

We always have lighthearted conversations, Ate, and I'm wondering what provoked such thoughts in your crazy mind? :P I like the poem and much more the thought processes.

[ANM]

The curse of human kind we do not listen it is our complexity. Bravo Yopsy TurvY

[Wuji]

In the starvation there is a purpose, in the inner calling there is a light.

Though dysfunctional relationships can very much feel like a viscous cycle, we fear the alienation of their absence. Though later in life we realize, that eternal lesson: to be happy alone is so much more powerful than being miserable together.

This is what your poem reminded me of...