Waves

That angry demon of stress which holds the torch of madness too near myself.

Thoughts come and go
in waves to and fro.
What is real
what's not?
So tired
needing a lot
of rest with pure mind,
not the kind
that plain forgets
but the kind
that forgives...
all
including myself,
we all need help
yet I seem harder
on little ole me.
Honestly
it's a travesty.
Waves now twisting,
resisting
my help.
It's too late.
Something else meditates.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Life can make us crazy. I have to meditate nightly. Drink my tea with cinnamon/honey and herbal tea to make my mind slow down. I know the feeling of this poem. Easy to feel tire and not do anything. Sometime we must stop and re-check our place. Maybe we need to find a better one. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Gypsy Dreamer]

Thanks Mike. Just got on here again. Been so busy but now time to vent, release, express and so on lol.

[Moflo]

Nice imagery here. I love the symbolism of the waves becoming overwhelming. Good job.