• loenseth 5w

    This carousel inside my head,
    loops around and with a thread
    keeps me bound with a sense of dread.

    A sudden change, a fog it seems.
    Filled with all my awful dreams.
    They tear me up and never stop,
    not even when I’ve had enough.

    I shut my eyes and all I see,
    is all that happened and what could be
    if you were here, right here with me.

    Perhaps I’m manged
    and cannot be changed.
    My thoughts deranged
    left me estranged.

    I used to feel
    willing to kneel.
    But I had to deal
    so that I could heal.

    ©loenseth