Swirling, whirling, twirling
Around my head.
Stuck like a broken record
Starting over, and over again.
To pause my thoughts
And put my mind at ease
I look at words on old discarded trees.
The room around me begins to fade.
And all of my thoughts go to the grave.
Now my mind is quiet
And I am in a world oh so private.
From Painful Words to Blissful Worlds