Circled

Some days I just feel
so lost in my head.
Trying to move forward
But it’s circles instead.

Sacred soliloquies
Calling my name.
Hasty the heels
Denounce the shames of fame.

Tumbling backwards
In this myriad of time.
As these recalled memories
Overload this tremulous mind.

Torrents of praecognita
Invading sacred planes.
Meticulously piece it all together
Before going insane.

~Talitha~