Poetry

My head

It is about to explode as you make a bigger mess out of everything so quickly.

I must have missed something as I watch you move around at an average rate.

But somehow, your hands create chaos whatever it touches, and then as you open your mouth, it spits out a powerful path of lies.

Leaving me feeling drained and insane with nowhere to run for sooner or later. You always find me, and the cycle of torture begins again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes