Overthinking, poem, Uncategorized, writer, writing
Amidst the swarms of crowd I feel lost Defunct and helpless
As a future less womb
In these ocean of mindless thoughts I yearn to find my sanity Doubting whether it is lost forever
Or still hiding within me
Unhindered musings enslave me Binding my heart in their chains Shackling my prudence
Oh those shackles! Slithering from my heart To my feeble mind Entangling every speck Every shred
The last dregs of wisdom..
My soul is still untouched Is it still mine
Or have the thoughts snaked around her as well?
Am I still left? Is my essence there? Or is it extinct
In the bloody swathes of binding reverie
A prisoner of my own mind…