R-racing
u- unknown
n- neglect
a-anxious
w-wondering
a-anger
y- yield
my thoughts are racing, I don’t know where to go.
I'm hoping ill go unknown, I hope im a mystery.
I feel neglect, no one is listening to me.
All I feel is anxious, this feeling is over powering.
Now all I am doing is wondering, im going as fast as I can.
All I feel is anger, all my anger makes me depressed.
Then all my thoughts come to a yield, I go home.
Jessica Lee Workman
Amber may nelson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jessie you are a gifted writer. This poem moves me- excellent write! Claudia