sometimes my stomach feels like a washing machine
it just won’t stop turning
i open my mouth to speak
it turns even faster
my chest aches
my mouth dry
my thoughts swirling
begging for a break
i just want it to stop
incessant thoughts
never ending
a tornado
destroying my will to live
destroying all surrounding area
but i’m still not sure it’s real
is this me
or is this who i need to be?
The Questionable Poet 