Brain.A Poem by LianaI really exhaust myself… I really exhaust myself… Did I just say that? Did I just think that? Which voice was that? Do I need to process again? Just incase you missed that…. Did I miss that? Am I conscious?.... Oh yes of course I am! I just watched the thinker, watching the thinker, watching that thinker… There is no other way to explain what I am inflicting on myself… Besides to simply say I am exhausting my every whim. My energy is sucked from inside By my mind and cant be given back. Too much noise… and so little music… this vortex inside my mind. When I cant press stop, The art on the right is not coloured nor grey… The polar zebra trys to sleep, but its only wrapped in newspaper for warmth… Too many words… He shivers, still thinking and hoping and planning… I shiver… Its so cold.. Just be still… just Be quiet please… Just let me be. © 2012 Liana |
StatsAuthorLianaSydney , N.S.W, AustraliaAboutA rusty window, a jagged old wine bottle, white lilies vibrating with Vivaldi and a pot I dislike filled with flowers I do… this is enough to stir the inspiration inside my waters and it pours .. more..Writing
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