oh.
start. stop. stuttering.
my heart crashes into the pit of my stomach
I might forget for 5 minutes, or an hour, and then it all rushes back.
in circular thought I spin
in dreams we claw through mud as thick as limbo
as thick of the loss of hope
trapped inside my head
the words struggle to be heard
understood without meaning
oh the wasted years
the wasted tears
the forever dreams and joy…
