PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My mind is racing

Thoughts keep pacing

I'm falling into my own trap

Driving without a map

Lost in an obsolete world

No Devil, No Lord

I'm stuck in grey

Neither black or white

At least for now I am high as a kite

And I don't want to come down

Because I'll drown

I don't want to fall into my own puddle

That we have created with insecure hands