I can feel my head throbbing
in the madness of my life.
Still as I may sit
my heart still pumps
my blood keeps moving
my head still throbs.
I can feel my head spinning
when I'm standing in the strife
Much as I keep moving
my feet feel pinned
my eyes keep blurring
my head still spins
I can feel my body tensing
each word is like a knife
Forget kind thinking
my heart still burns
I am still lonely
when will be my turn?
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A collection of personal poems
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