B

Staring at the Ceiling

I lie awake my thoughts are racing.
In the hallways of my mind
I hear echoes of their pacing.
Pitter-patter what’s the matter.
My mind rewinds the
previous days chatter.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda. Shit!
My minds like the Energizer Bunny
it never quits.
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