My Heart Under The Pestle Poem by Logan Rheinst

I don't understand the thoughts,
that are swimming inside my head.
If i don't decipher them quickly,
I'm bound to end up dead.

Too much distraction,
too much fear.
I can't seem to focus,
on the things I hold dear.

Too little purpose,
not enough drive.
I need to find motive,
to wake up alive

Break a few things,
get rid of some grief.
My cup's half past empty.
My ship's 'bout to sink.

I tried to climb the mountain,
of loves that've long since gone.
But I took the wrong equipment,
and was stranded far from home.

Lonely on it's icy slope,
there was nowhere I could go.
Couldn't climb down, it was mid-forever.
There was jackals down below