The Never-ending Mess

My mind’s a twirlin’

Tips and batters

I can see them dancing

Behind my eyes.

 

Not good nor bad

Mediocre racing

Of thoughts

That need some erasing.

 

Clutter

In every corner

Trying to push the nonsense

Thoughts aside.

 

The filing system

Exploded

Ideas, memories, and alike

Just laying out for all to see.

 

I need to regain some order

So my brain can think again

It took me a week to write a poem

And I have no clever way for it to end.

 

Please, oh, please, My Head, will you just clean up your mess?!

~HonestLynne