the inside of my head and mind
is like a freeway of the worst kind
thoughts are racing here and there
crisscrossing & colliding everywhere
hour after hour, no end in sight
all these thoughts are taking flight
there are no signs, no rules to heed
just mayhem at incredible speed
no matter how hard I try
they always pass me by
no thought is giving me a rest
or helps me on my quest
I’m dizzy, slowly lose my cool
exhausted, running out of fuel
the crazy traffic in my head
fills me with despair and dread
there is a battle to be fought
a fight to organize my thought
never mind the hurt and pain
I must subdue my unruly brain
bring peace and quiet once more
close the windows, close the door
only then will I be in full control
victorious and completely whole
- Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 27th, 2021 22:35
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments8
Don't know quite how to tackle this Fred - It is a very rich description of mental disturbance and despair - I just hope It's an imaginative exercise and not something you are experiencing right now.
Mahalo for your concern, Dave. But no worry, I am good. It just seems that sometimes there is a lot going on inside that brain and then something like this poem pops out.
Great - That's a relief, Fred. It's a hard balance to achieve here for me. - Should I just look at the quality and technique of the poetry and what appeals to me in that? How much should I focus on content? I personally can't ignore the message, and am sometimes guilty of almost exclusively focusing on that.
Anyway, take care.
------------And breathe----------
Andy
Yes Andy, we must not forget to breathe. Thanks for reminding me! π
A fine write Fred.
Was I the opposite?
I searched me mind/The roads were bare/ Here's the reason why/ There's nothing there. Doh!
Good comment, orchie. I too have these moments where I think I could get shot through the head and the bullet wouldn't hit anything.
Nice one Fred - just beware the traffic cops.
Thanks for the warning, Michael. If I ever get caught I will behave like an old fart and only speak French (or German). Most cops here are Asian descent, so I should be safe.
ignore the cranky - bitterness warped commentary, this reads relatable to anyone with even an ounce of empathy...
a good write
Thank you so much for your comment L.B. People can write me anything they want, I've got the skin of an elephant. In addition, thirty seconds later I won't remember a thing anyway! π
To calm the minds furor of turmoil
Lessen the importance so coiled
Unwing tangled threads and knots
Free yourself of unwanted thoughts
Thanks so much for your great comment, Suresh.
Great expression ! π itβs difficult when we have so many thoughts going on ... how can we feel truly peaceful with all that ?
Thank you yellowrose! You are right, we don't seem to have control over our brain and sometimes it is very difficult to relax.
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