Perpetual thought
endless chatter
A moment of outward silence
leads to inward torture
The voices, my mind
constantly critiquing
What did I do wrong
What if I had done this instead
Should I… Now?
Stop.
I invest more energy trying to sleep
like insomnia with eyes shut
a “good” rest mere seconds
My awareness heightened
Uncontrolled
I should feel so alive
I’m on my toes, peering in
living it all
over and over again
Yet, I’m feeling bleak
empty but overwhelmed
What shall I do
What do I want to do
What do I truly need
Not a distraction
but Direction.