My Head Is In A Spin Cycle Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

My head is in a spin cycle,
A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions,
A never-ending cycle of highs and lows,
A rollercoaster ride without any notion.
Round and round it spins,
Like a top with no end,
Thoughts tossing and turning,
No control, no way to mend.
It's like a tornado inside,
With no calm in sight,
My mind is a chaotic mess,
A constant fight, a constant plight.
An endless loop of what-ifs,
And could-haves and should-haves,
A never-ending battle,
That no one truly saves.
My head is in a spin cycle,
A never-ending loop,
A maze of endless thoughts,
And emotions that make me stoop.
I try to break free,
From this cycle of despair,
But the more I struggle,
The more tangled I become, it's not fair.
It's like being trapped in a washing machine,
With no way out, no escape,
The constant whirring and swirling,
Leaves me feeling agape.
My thoughts are like clothes,
Tangled and twisted,
Thrown in the spin cycle,
And never truly listed.
I search for a pause button,
But it's nowhere to be found,
My head keeps on spinning,
Around and around.
I try to calm my mind,
To slow down the pace,
But the cycle keeps on spinning,
In an endless race.
It's like a carousel,
That never comes to a stop,
My head is in a spin cycle,
And I can't seem to hop off.
The world keeps on turning,
But my mind stands still,
Trapped in this spin cycle,
Against my own will.
I long for a moment of clarity,
A break from this constant ride,
But my head keeps on spinning,
With nowhere to hide.
I scream and cry,
For the cycle to end,
But my head keeps on spinning,
Around the bend.
It's like a broken record,
Repeating the same tune,
My head is in a spin cycle,
And I'm stuck in this cocoon.
I search for an escape,
But there's no exit in sight,
My head is in a spin cycle,
And I can't seem to take flight.
I'm lost in this maze,
Of thoughts and emotions,
My head is in a spin cycle,
With no clear notions.
I close my eyes,
And try to find peace,
But my head keeps on spinning,
Like a never-ending fleece.
It's like a never-ending dream,
That I can't seem to wake from,
My head is in a spin cycle,
And I feel so numb.
But amidst all the chaos,
I find moments of calm,
Where the cycle slows down,
And I can feel some balm.
I hold on to these moments,
As they give me some respite,
But my head keeps on spinning,
In this never-ending fight.
My head is in a spin cycle,
A never-ending whirl,
But I hold on to hope,
That one day, I'll unfurl.
And find peace within,
This chaotic mess,
Until then, my head is in a spin cycle,
A never-ending test.


Authorship by: Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
© Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
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