Image: dreamstime.com Conflicted and pensiveThoughts run through the mindThoughts held in a troubled headA wonder over the daily grindOften is the rhyme of a sighAnd the feelings usually uncontrolledIn my quiet place for allyWhere the morning and evening thoughts layThat’s my inner world, review in detail
My heart swells heavilyAs I move from here and thereWith no distinct directionI crumble on the floorWith my head on my palm It’s beats at a fastest rateIn the day and in the nightThough a little sleep might finds its wayThe pump hinders it from lastingAnd there I will layAlone in the dark wondering My…