Cat and Mouse Game
As Beau Sia is chasing Bruce Lee,
I am chasing myself.
As these thoughts of who I am,
Are racing through this foggy abyss.
This migraine the fuel to continue,
This cat and mouse game.
Running in the wall just in the nick of time.
The mouse keeps on swatting at the wall.
Hungry for some more.
With pain in my chest that keeps me on my toes,
Well at least on this computer,
Writing this poem.
Fingers pounding on this keyboard.
Trying to keep finding a place in my heart where I can love her again,
Trying not to get angry about the stupid shit.
Trying to be patient by taking deep breaths,
Trying, but it's not working yet.
Why hasn't she called me?
My fingers have a feeling that this poem is turning into a rant.
Like a manic depressant deprived from their anti-depressant stash
Trying to find a meaning to all of this.
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poem by Brandi Young
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