Middle mind

My head was pounding,

Rebellious,

My heart thumping across the field of dreams forever broken,

Longing,

There is too much in store for just a couple of words,

To be able to express how I feel is the real lock with an imaginary key,

I supposedly hold with me,

Supposed to supposed to believe,

Whether love takes concentration is a mystery to me,

Vigorous,

Fingers cramping as I attempt to bring the nausea I feel in the pit of my throat out onto a different plane of existence,

As I attempt to break the chaotic cycling of thoughts,

Will you please listen to me?

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