Mind chatter

Every conversation with me is like a cliff-hanger

Bank and forth like a tennis game

Only with nanna

Mind chatter filling up my head

It’s whispering in my ear that I’d be better off dead

I keep talking

Keep blagging trying to make it flow… but no

They don’t wanna hear about my breakfast

They don’t wanna hear me ramble on

They let out a sigh when I’m finally gone

But every time my words flow it’s poetry

Though not everyone I talk to writes back to me

Being a writer is not always easy

See mind chatter disguises my creativity

I got a leash on my words and I’m taming it now

It’s taken months but mind chatters finally thrown out.