Ruminating Brain

I create enough noise in my head, cawing and pecking in my brain

Wondering if all these ruminating thoughts will turn out in vain

Contemplating opinions of situations with only myself

Hearing and listening to no one else but myself

Repeating my own rantings grasp of my life over and over again

Cheering on my own monologue, never to speak of it again

Sharing ideals, views, doubts, and anger

Never realizing how this will cause myself imminent physiological danger

Trying to steer focus on something more mitigating

Engineering a mental tool to screw my broken pieces of sanity into a healthy well being

Cheap thoughts, deep thoughts, no ones to know

I allow them all in, regretfully never letting them go

No invitation necessary, my ask is not needed

Attendance is prohibited, yet the insistence has already been seeded

Desired continual flow to run its course and purify

While speed keeps it still, only to continually lie

Tired. Aching. Mentally, physically done.

All from this obsessive ritual that’s never to be gone.