Rumbling Rhymes Of A Restless Mind Poem by Aminath Shafaa [Muffinkolhu]

My mind is a cavern where shadows reside,
Thoughts twist and tangle, no place to hide.
Whispers of worry in rhythms they chant,
Echoes of chaos that logic can't grant.

A thud, a tremor, a verse in the dark,
Each line a dagger, each rhyme leaves a mark.
Silence is shattered by thunder within,
As nightmares compose the storm on my skin.

I breathe in the static, exhale the ache,
But the weight of my thoughts makes my fingers shake.
The poetry pulses in veins made of glass,
Cracking with secrets too twisted to pass.

I dance with my demons, in tempo, in time,
They hum lullabies with a cynical rhyme.
The darker it grows, the clearer I see,
That madness has always been writing through me.

No peace in this mind, no sleep, no release,
Just verses that hunger and never find peace.
So I'll rhyme till I rupture, I'll break just to bleed,
Let my pen speak the pain that my voice doesn't need.

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