Overthink.
Overthink.
Into bed I sink
as the thoughts
start to scream.
Infesting my dreams,
creating nightmare seas
from mere
rivers or streams.
Overthink.
Overthink.
It's hard to clear out the bilge water,
when thoughts start to link.
Harder still to plug the holes.
You can't keep on rowing
with cracks in the portholes,
and a hull filling with water, black as ink.
The boat starts to sink.
Overthink.
Overthink.
The waters are deep,
and more thoughts start flowing.
It's starting to leak into my skull.
How can I keep on going
when my mind is too full.
Overthink.
Overthink.
Bail the water.
Plug the leak.
Warped wood
starting to creak.
Overthink.
Overthink.
About anything
except this shrink-wrapped fear
that obscures everything.
Overthink.
Overflowing.
Overboard.
Overthink.
Now my sense
has jumped from the brink.
Taken a dive into
the deep dark drink.
Overthink.
Overthink.
Words pull me down.
Overblown mind
starting to drown
under foamy waves.
I wait to be saved.
Then kick my legs free.
Surface teasing me.
Tantalisingly out of reach.
What I wouldn't give
for a sandy beach.
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