Racing Thoughts

My thoughts don't just race
They crash together like high-speed trains
And the explosions burn me
As memories and fears overwhelm
Any possibility of self-control
And my thoughts battle for power:
Predators circling a wounded soul
Each seeking to tear a piece
Of this bleeding heart and devour
The last shreds of love and hope

My thoughts inevitably turn
To the forbidden recesses
Of the most painful reminisces
And my thoughts don't just race
They are precipices on which I teeter
I flirt with disaster knowing
There's no way to go but down

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