troubled

tonight my mind feels
heavy as rain-soaked linen
tangled in thoughts of what-if,
if-then, why-not,
all useless in the cold face of did-not

tonight my head says
I am made of wasted bits
wasted time, wasted opportunity,
it’s a wasted embrace
if you’re holding the wrong person

tonight I am troubled
plagued by the yammerings
the inner hammerings of too-late,
too-late, too-late
I think I may be too late

© Sarah Whiteley

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6 thoughts on “troubled

  1. Thanks jedlene and PT. And I know that things will get better, Noah. It’s just a matter of making it to the other side of this mess. Sometimes it’s just easy to lose sight of that.

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