I think too much.

Maybe that's the wrong way of putting it.

I don't think, thoughts ravage me.

They assault me with battering rams

in daylight, and at night

they slip into my mind as spiders,

spinning webs throughout my consciousness,

weaving me awake. 

They follow me like ghosts,

whispering into my ears

demanding an audience. 

I hold my breath as I walk through hallways,

Afraid of breathing in thoughts

I cannot contain.

I attempt to capture my thoughts,

to hold them in a poetic prison.

Pen to paper

and all my insecurities and doubts come rushing out--

Like drowning in reverse.

I can breath.