And somehow,
I know that my body will give out,
What is it through the fog,
My head keeps rolling around in tears,
Rolling down the hill with my feet,
I have no idea if I or my tears hit the bottom first,
Taking it all in with a deep breath,
As my head rolls,
My tears fall along with me,
And I can't run fast enough to keep them at Bay,
I keep telling myself,
Wondering how much of myself,
Can actually speak out,
How much of myself,
Do I keep pushing out,
Turning myself inside out,
As my heart rolls,
Feeling like I'm crashing,
It's my heart down the hill in racing,
Wondering how low I got to go just to catch it,
Wondering if I'm better off just letting it go,
And just get myself down the hill.
- Joshua Banks JJAJ
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When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
