I have a curse
When you think I’m about to improve
It is only about to get worse
Nothin’ can break me out of the groove
With temptations mocking
Have to be headstrong
Even if I’m sleepwalking
Unfortunately, it’s lifelong
I have too many thoughts
They start to bottleneck
All of them getting tangled in knots
Causing my emotions to be a wreck
Every thought is impulsive
Some might even say it is compulsive
Not realizing its obsessive
Feeling like it is just expressive
Every morning I close my eyes
Letting my thoughts sink
Maybe it’ll make me more wise
Blink, blink, blink
Constantly repeating actions
Even with my footsteps
There are no extractions
Step, step, step
Reaching for a door
My hand feeling like a rock
Even though it only bore
Knock, knock, knock
Passing the wall
It doesn’t take much
Even at a snails crawl
Touch, touch, touch
Simple things have their place
Giving each of them respect
No one disturbing its space
Perfect, perfect, perfect
My thoughts on repetition
With no end in sight
Hoping to go into remission
Maybe one night.
About the Creator
Natalie C..
I am a young writer who lets her creative flow through her writing. I tend to write on the darker side of topics because a lot of people don't. I have a darker imagination than most people.
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