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
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