by Wesley Strall
I have these thoughts.
A symphony in my head.
Pleasure takes root.
Then they are gone.
I can’t remember them.
As hard as I try.
They stay hidden in my mind.
Only to return when I unlock another.
Shortly after, they leave me again.
An eternal game of cat and mouse.
I grow so very tired of chasing.
There is but only one way to end this pitiful game.
By forcing these thoughts out with a piece of lead.
Bio: My name is Wesley Strall, I was born in Sarasota, Florida and I am 19 years old. Cheers.