Poem -
Guns in my Head
I've been on a binge thinking day , wishing I was binge drinking it away instead
And no matter how much IQ I digest, I cant seem to rest from the sorrow in my head
Though it happens for a reason, and yet it still feels like treason, I am so lost
Like the way Smart never ran from the evil of that man despite the heavy cost
In mania I am frozen, on a path pre-chosen, and time seems to move too damn slow
But if I had my way, tomorrow would be yesterday, and we'd float above clouds below
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Amirah I love the profound simplicity that makes this poem so thought provoking....thought movement and swimming in the stream of thought, you are so very good at that process; love your approach and construction; it's a bit like walking into a conversation and just allowing it to unravel before making assumptions; it takes 'patience' and the novice reader may drift away like a window shopper at the holiday season and miss the goodness.....over thinking can be the easiest thing to do, and just listening the hardest....maybe it's this obsession with information saturation that this society has embraced, who knows....I'm trying to empty my head of thoughts, try reading Stephen King's newest book The Bazaar stories of Bad Dreams, so far I've lost quite a few brain cells reading it, lol, but I paid 25 bucks for it so I'm hoping it gets better....hey Amirah, I 'get' the poem and appreciate your variety in subject matter (when you post) you show the real meaning of poetic freedom and expression, great flow and tone.... cheers my friend....talk soon