Torrents of thoughts inside her head
She sat in silence
It didn’t help…
So many things could’ve been said
Yet no sound could’ve been made out
From that room full of stillness.
Never-ending thoughts
That run across her mind
Leaving her in pain
From all the noise inside.
There’s no escaping
The whirl of contemplation
Giving in, she falls
Into the prison of introspection.
Török Adrienn XII. H
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