I lay in my bed each night,
just staring at the ceiling.
Something doesn't feel right,
I just can't stop thinking
about all the things I've ever done.
I can't stop watching
the dominoes falling.
Is it all in my head?
My world spins around me
as I lay wide awake
in my bed.
just staring at the ceiling.
Something doesn't feel right,
I just can't stop thinking
about all the things I've ever done.
I can't stop watching
the dominoes falling.
Is it all in my head?
My world spins around me
as I lay wide awake
in my bed.
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amaryllis
Jan 28, 2021
Wow, this poem. I thought the line “I can’t stop thinking about all the things I’ve ever done” was so clever, because it naturally sent me on a spiral of everything I’ve never done, just as you were talking about it. And then, of course, the last stanza describes the feeling I’ve been trying to capture for 6 years perfectly. Brilliant :)