Poetry Project 2017: Day 8

Still stuck, spinning wheels in the mud
of my soupy silly thoughts.
They call it rumination.
Or maybe just obsession.
Rejected, unloved, abandoned 
in a fictional realm.
Carry the wounds into my life
and hurt me again.
1, 2, 3
seconds tick by,
each seem to bring a new thought of you.
6, 7, 8
fractured time, focused, unfocused.
I'm slipping and sliding between realms.
Where am I?
What plane of existence is this?
It can't be real.
that can't be real.
What is real?
My obsession with you.
I'm sorry to hurt you,
if you ever find out.
Painful person spreading pain,
to an undeserving target.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: