Mental Constipation

Clutter

I should go through it but...

It's thick

How long exactly have I been building this

Utopia of stress

Related to events not so complicated

Or maybe so,

Who knows?

Not I.

My eyes are closed to what's

Inside...

The mess...

I started it, but I'm not sure how to clean it

I mean...

I have a dustpan...

That's not enough is it?

Look, I don't have time to cleanse.

My worries keep piling up

To the point where

Even my own thoughts I have disrupted-

*The Eruption*

Remember that conversation last week?

What did she mean by that?-

Boss has been on my back about these

Worksheets

When it's "paper" I need

My account reads

0.03

Makes no cents

I work 24/7-

When will I get a chance to

Brea-

"Dad I'm hungry!"

Must feed my seed

So that bill can wait a week-

No wait, that was due last month?-

I think she's going to leave,

She might just cheat-

My car's on E-

I'm feeling weak-

No insurance, can't fix it

But so sick

I just can't!

BREATHE...

*The Conscience*

Listen...

I hear running

A mile a minute

Please slow down

The speed limit is set

Yet you've surpassed it

Can't control all your actions

Can't seem to find your passion

Lashing out to anyone who happens

To raise a finger to try and help out

Cleaning your mess...

Caused by your feelings

Suppressed

They all know you're upset

Clogged up

Tense

You're hoarding the things that have happened

Just let it go and you'll

Glisten

Be submissive

It's all history

So and so years ago

I feel you though

The impression it left was real

But you're digging a bigger hole

That won't

Leak

Until your reality

Shrinks

Relax a bit

A laxative

For the mind to

Release