My head is like a washing machine
with everything spinning inside
thoughts memories hopes and dreams
all tumbling together as one
All of them have become tangled
and there is no way of separating them
the door remains locked shut
with no easy way of opening it
It gets worse during the spin cycle
where everything goes to a blur
only thing I can do is wait for it to finish
in the hope things will become clearer
Yes my head is like a washing machine
but sometimes it can be great
it is a wonderful feeling
when the pieces can be hung out to dry
This one is excellent, John! What a comparison, your head like a washing machine. I hope your spin cycle ends soon and you can be refreshed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful comparison of mind with washing machine. Fantastic. Thanks for sharing.....10