Get Me Outta Here – A Poem by THLB

Get Me Outta Here


Oh, the chatter in my head feels like a crowded subway train in New York City.
Packed in there like sardines.
Rattling down the tracks.
One thought pressed up against the other.
An endless stream.
Can hardly breathe.

I can’t wait to get off at the next station.
I’ll rush up the stairs and hope to find some light waiting there for me.

 – The Happy Little Bird


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