My Thoughts
- Greg McNeilly
- Mar 5, 1995
- 1 min read
Updated: Mar 10
Crashing, pounding, thundering
it beats upon,
it wears, it erodes, it tears
crashing that which is pounded upon.
Again, again, and again
it comes in,
never stopping, never ceasing, never halting
again, that which is pounded upon.
Today, yesterday, and tomorrow
it taunts me,
my thoughts, my mind, my brain
today, it haunts me.
By Greg McNeilly
