Chasing dreams that never land,
Grasping at slipping sand
Voices turning into static hums
Swimming to a distant shore,
I need to be anywhere but here.
These walls are stark and cold,
Tapping echoes in the darkest corners of my mind
My silent screaming, a desperate choice.
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Alyce Willow
Hello, I am a young journalist and poet. I have dedicated the last few years to honing my writing skills and have found joy in using words to express my thoughts and emotions. Thank you for taking the time to read about my hyperfixations.
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I like how you simply conveyed the struggling thoughts, the sense of chasing dreams that never come true, being caught in your head, and seeking a solution. Your poem is simple, but it occurs in reality. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it!
Even I sometimes get trapped in my thoughts unable to find relief.