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Chaos

Mental Traffic

By Rowan Finley Published 5 years ago 1 min read

Chaos calls

Peace rarely befalls

Mind racing like a million ants

Thoughts and mental rants

The noise is more than I can bare

Into space I continue to stare

Their questions nag at me

Will I ever feel free?

There is too much I don't understand

My flat-lining emotions are forever-bland

It seems, my storm is Chaos

It seems, madness is my boss

Spirit of Freedom please come to me

Set me free—Set me free

I just want peace like The River

I just want peace from The Giver

Common sense is not to be had

How on earth did my mind get this bad?

The honking and screeching in my ears

I hit the breaks as I try to ignore my fears

Tomorrow I will have to do this all again

At life, will I ever win?

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Rowan Finley

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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