7 August 2012
Thoughts are bubbling to the surface, Of who, of what, of that, I don't know how to control it, To maybe just sweep it under the mat.
The thoughts, uncontrollable, I find myself thinking again, Of everything I fought so hard, Just stop. Breathe. Count to ten.
The future and all it contains, Attacks me like the tide, I'm struggling to find a place to lie low, To sit, to wait, to hide.
Time is running out, Tick tick ticking away, I hope to look back a happy man, When I remember the confusion of this day.
To say "Hey it turned out okay", To know I chose what was right, This reassuring thought at the back of my head, Will help me sleep this night.
Thoughts • Opuss № I