[Poem] On it's own

I’m under stress,
My mind is going on without a rest,
I close my eyes, wanting to stop the chatter,
I have no chance or saying in the matter.
My mind is on it’s own,
Going on, and on, and on,
About these things that weigh hard on my shoulders,
Like Atlas with the Sky, I carry my own boulders…
But for a second, only one, I want the noise to go away,
To hear the birds, to feel the wind, to just lay there
And just stay,
looking at the sky and playing with the grass,
just for a second I want that,
and an eternity to last.

My mind is going on without a rest,
I close my eyes...

Image source:Pixabay