Sound Mind

Things running around inside my head.

As I lay down comfortly inside my bed.

I see friends, family, all in which they come.

There they are in my head, I chase them, I run.

I see letters, numbers, and sybols of the sort.

Things I sholud only see inside of the classroom,

appear in my head, never leaving my mind.

There is one thought though, that is one of a kind.

When I think of her, my heart melts away.

When the darkness arrives, the light makes it decay.

Once she is on my thoughts, my mind is sound.

 

 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741