Unbreathing

Restless, is the mind.

Priorities, yet not set.

Debts, continue to mount.

Unsure of what yet to come.

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Desperate words

Words so desperate 

to flow into 

the ocean of a poem. 

Confusion building up 

in the faces of the voices 

that reside within a crowded brain. 

Brain already swollen 

from 

the pressure it contains.