Constant Motion

I just want to write,

But I can't think of the words to spare.

All that fills my mind are thoughts of heartache and despair.

The melancholy brainstorm

Sends my mind twirling all around.

I can't seem to find any steady ground.

I am ensnared to this downhill spiral.

Always capitulating to its gape.

Fulfilling its appetite with a

Spoonful of urgency,

As it swallows me up into darkness.

Yet, none of this is my fault.

After being derailed,

From its once complex network,

It's the unfortunate path my brain has been bound.

It's the one track mindset,

That can not regain its ground.

I've always wanted to be law abiding

Lest, the falling motion

beset upon me,

Has no consummation.

Thanks to Isaac for his first notion,

My mind will never be set to rest.