Unwashed

There is nothing Cleansing about a pity cry It's unwanted tears That do nothing More than tick me off -Kel Dayheart

Stop.

My mind is going too many directions I'm at a crossroads With a million possible paths With so many options I am Paralysed by the what ifs And cannot decide Anything, I just stop   With my mind racing My poor body is unable to keep up -Kel Dayheart

Stagnant

I'm so afraid To move forward With failure lurking in my brain That I refuse to move Thinking, for some reason, That wasn't a failure in itself -Kel Dayheart

Filtering Out the Good

The afternoon sunshine filters in Past the rickety blinds Casting odd shadows across the floor None of it is noticed though By the sole occupant As they drown in darkness Of their own creation Of their own mind -Kel Dayheart

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