Rattling, rattling, rattling on
at me. Constantly on at me always
distracting me. Always detract from me.
Ever detached from the consistent side
of my mind where you'll find I am always
inclined to exist when projected or
feeling rejected. I hide deep inside
where no bad things reside where no people
can climb in and claw at my weak little
spine. Where I'm safe, where I'm fine, where the time
seems to rush past and things seem less harassed
and words really come to me rattling
constantly. Rattling constantly, rattling, rattling, rattling on at me.

Rug

Just a quick brief poem to describe how my brain feels sometimes. To be read fast and methodically I guess.