It's Late

A poem about negative words rushing through your head, and overthinking things.

Twisted thoughts in my head,

They have to stop

It’s time for bed.

I keep thinking,

And thinking about what you said.

It keeps running and running through my head.

Why won’t it stop?

It’s time for bed.

It’s eleven o’clock,

And I’m brain dead.

I keep thinking and thinking and thinking about what you said,

I can’t sleep,

I’m brain dead.

Author's Note

Enjoy!

Reviews

[Sunset Girl]

Too often this happens to too many. I wish there were words or advice to give or take.

[Soul Fire]

Aw, yeah... If your looking for something about giving and taking look at my poem ''the dance of givers and takers'

[JRB]

When in doubts, remember that might be the answer,,, not the question being asked

[Soul Fire]

Thank you for that advice (:

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

It is easier to believe the negative things more than the positive, that is because we humans are built with vulnerability... excellent little poem.

[Soul Fire]

Very true!! (: Thanks so much for the review!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

My pleasure.

[That1Nerd23]

Woah, story og my night. Great write!

[Soul Fire]

Thank you very much! (:

[That1Nerd23]

You're welcome! (:

[PoemsbyPatrick]

It must be the phase of the moon, or some other celestial synchronization. My mind is not far from this point as well this evening.

[Soul Fire]

Very true! (: Thanks for the review!