Frazzled Beyond Control

Am sitting
In front of a computer
My thoughts are scattered
In all direction
By a strong mental wind
Blowing across my mindscape.

Pushing me
In a direction
Which I am helpless
To change or accept.

Yet
Know I must
Else all is lost
For me and my recovery.

An Etch-A-Sketch
Shaken upside down
Makes more sense to me
Than my current thoughts do.

As if I am cursed
To be constantly
Walk down this road
Knowing there is no solution
For my problem
Only countless repetitions
Of my past.

Why do I always raise
My barriers
Whenever someone get close
To me.

Offering a chance
To right past wrongs
In my my life.

Am I a glutton for punishment
That I keep on seeking it
When I know
Better?

Or would it be better
If I had never exist
Sparing everyone else
Having to deal with my pain
And suffering.

I do not know.

Reviews

[New Beginnings]

Great description of a mind racing with lots of thoughts. I really like the etch-a-sketch metaphor. Gives a fantastic visual.

[Midnight_Mystery]

oooh love this one! Nicely done once again my friend!