Thursday, 10 November 2011


There's an avalanche of words,
They're building;
Backing up inside my head.

Inside this
Hormone soup of flesh,
This body, brain,
Half mental fed.

Neurotic neurons
Semi sluggish
Turning all my dreams 
To rubbish.

Confidence is
Can't you hear my
Heart beat moaning?
And what was it
That organ said?

Who cares.

It argues
With my sanity
And leaves
My thoughts
Half dead.

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