Straws
By: M. MacMinn
My mind is running wild
it cannot catch it's breath
I'm torn beneath my fingers
sense-full beyond boundaries
Making stories my life
and strangers my friends
Each distant in the darkness
vanishing in the breeze
She kicks the bee's
jabbing the hive
Awaking a stir
with the creatures inside
Overrun and tormented
My hand, leading the cause
My mind, checking the bank
My eyes, clasping at straws
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