Junk Yard

Poetry

Sometimes I get stuck wondering

through the junk yard of my mind

All the parts and pieces scattered

What’s been left throughout the years

Still some potential worth to be salvaged

But sifting through can take some time

Maybe most of this junk should be moved

To the graveyard of my mind.

Daily Prompt: Loop

Poetry

There’s a loop in my brain

Going round and round

No beginning, no end

No solution to be found

 

Traveling the loop

Day and night

Looking for answers

To make this loop right

 

Time to desert this train of thought

And leave my loop behind

Let it sit uninhabited

While I go live this life of mine

 

via Daily Prompt: Loop