Thoughts upon thoughts can drive one to the edge


Chatterbox In My Head

I sit quiet but there alone with me are my thoughts
May be if I come to terms with them
We could have a truce
May be if I listen to what they have to say
They will get me a better route
After all they are my own and so can't lie to me can they?
They will give me a way out of this cage I'm in, wont they?

So I listen
My eyes are sealed shut;
And It's a whispered introduction,
Statements with no reason or the slightest of solution.
It reaches its climax with subversive screams
Torture this is I think
So I open my eyes; suddenly they stop,
and I'm staring on ahead.
May be that's all it takes to crash the chatter box in my head.

~Hidden3motionz



Poetry by Alvin Ziwa
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Written on 2015-11-26 at 16:11

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This is a very interesting poem thank you for sharing I will bookmark it and revisit it for sure:)
2015-11-26