Rug Burn

please slow down
you're better than me
and i feel it
this brain circles a trail in soil
and the hand
on the back of my neck
cant stop rubbing off the stress
like rug burn
tomorrow will always be my turn
it just hurts to be in this position
some problems always go missing
then find their way back home
we think too much and feel too little
could you cut the wires?
that are feeding your head
that keep you escalating from me.
you mortal and pestle
crush up all that i feel left
if i could depopulate my feelings
peace would live
there would not be any of this.
surroundings will always encourage
just sick of wishing
to catch up to you.