Trapped; a poem about Love…

Thoughts collide and push this way and that;
each vying for control
in which direction?

A crescendo of noise is all that remains,
Solid thoughts become like a distant landscape,
And I cannot gather the strength to regain their solace;
the old strong and resilient me is no longer in one piece…

Many fractures, many;
of mind, body and spirit
and sanity is brought into question once again;
and, with hindsight, I never stood a chance…


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