twisted innards
spin around a
knotted gut
and jumbled
brain,
mish mosh
floating everywhere,
tangled feelings
intertwined, wrapped
around the soul,
thoughts are tight,
never-ending turmoil,
never changing
rearranging
all confused,
what's the
use,
cannot sort if
out,
make it leave,
consumes the
very essence
of my being
turn it over
and over
again try
to melt away
the knots
of frustration.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
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