Spinning
by on November 28, 1996 in Poetry

No matter how close you get
You won’t know
The thoughts in my head
I never will show
They’re twisted and wrong
Though I think they’re right
Things out of reach
I bring within sight
Constantly planning
My next move to make
Calm on the outside
It’s only a fake
Stressed
Or obsessive compulsive
Don’t know
Whatever the reason
I just can’t let go
My thoughts spin so fast
They swirl in my head
I’m trapped
In a wheel
Like a rat
Till I’m dead

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