A Human Mind is full of thoughts
he's lost solving the boggling knots,
a body with a double mind
is always busy to stable the wind
he stays positive but a 'But' interrupts
when he's negative a hopeful gutt devlops.

When an overthinker starts to write
the papers and the pillows bear the pains
in the middle of the night
tears replace the blood in veins.

the hands are tired of writing
the tears are over with weeping,
the mind has already stopped working
And the wounds are still on the way of healing.

Silence is the medicine to the shouting thoughts
which is bitter at first but best when gives relief
he's a dangerous weapon that kills one within
it's a deep circle of warmth, relaxation and peace.

One never gets satisfaction from all this thoughts
he gains and regains worries in belief,
Overthinking is a stremendous weapon that blasts out at the inn.
In the end,

© Aena Meshram