From Painful Words to Blissful Worlds

January 9, 2018
By Anonymous

Words.
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.



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