The Dawn Chorus…

Evaporated thoughts
On a mouldy ceiling.
The walls absorb my tears,
Happy to be stealing
The secret to my glowing skin.

I think too much,
I think to myself,
So much it hurts,
Too much; it’s not enough.

When the night is dark,
My words leak
Through my teeth,
They flood the floor,
So I close the door.

I speak too much,
I say out loud,
So much it’s too loud
But it’s never loud enough.

The words bounce on the walls
And back inside my mind.
Duplicate thoughts;

How will I sort them out,
When there’s only one of me
And sometimes none at all?

What will I tell my landlord
About my thoughts on the walls?

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Another poem written at work today. I’m sure it lacks something but I’m not in the correct head space for it anymore; funnily enough.

This is getting old: outbursts of creativity when I’m trapped at work, and once I get home I’m but the shell of a girl that I used to know well.

It never ceases to amaze me how a split second can change everything, and how the smallest of pebbles can instantly coat my mind in the thickest dark veil.