The Noise Inside Me
My uneasy mind tries to cope. Some days I can I think?
The Noise Inside Me
I wake some days,
feeling built
from torn thoughts,
stitched together wrong.
My mind stays loud,
pages screaming,
notes falling hard
against my skull.
I try to breathe,
but the noise climbs,
twisting words
into sharp shapes.
I feel myself crack,
like broken paper,
fragile pieces
barely holding on.
Some nights I stare,
at nothing at all,
yet everything moves
like a storm inside me.
I fight to stay,
to hold the calm,
to keep my face
from falling apart.
They never see it,
the quiet damage,
the weight of thoughts
that will not rest.
So I keep walking,
even when shaking,
holding the pieces
as tight as I can.
And maybe one day,
my own mind
will loosen its grip,
and let me breathe.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Listen to the noise for it may be telling you something that you or whomever may need to know and share if the noise kind of makes sense.
Nicely done. The mind is such a powerful organ. When it works well, it is amazing; when it gets confused, it's the worst curse you could have.
Wow, this is impactful. I hope you get some healing from writing this.