mind Gravy

Wh, wh, wh
whords, whirling round and round
in and out
flouting their nonsensicality,
one second disjointed
the next pointed

Ticking back and forth
a metronomic mindlessness
that takes too many words,
that I know
will still never be enough,
to express or impress
on any person

But I try nonetheless
as if it's not nothing
I can't help
but try my best
which leaves me no space
in my mind
for the concept of rest
and an insurmountable amount
on my chest.


[I wrote this a little while ago and am happy to be able to submit from a much happier place. :D]