Experimenting with poetry (stream of consciousness)

Anesthesia

in my brain

Numb

Ravaged by impulses

Feelings,

like waves.

Thoughts,

like knives.

Running away,

sitting down

You can’t run away

sitting down

No more running

I’m paused

While time runs

How I wish

I could run with time

Image by 12019, courtesy of Pixabay.

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Author: scarlettcat

Writing as much as I can is my goal. Writing soothes the soul and quiets the mind. There's not much to say about me, my words talk louder than any description that I can make.

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