Myself

by Brenda   May 12, 2016


I'm having a
problem
getting around myself
these days
it's causing anxiety
of epic proportions
like fingernails down
a chalkboard
my nerves are set on edge
my inside voice
screaming out LOUD-
I feel like my head
is spinning in
two different directions,
makes one dizzy
at the thought of it.
I'm so out of kilter
not quite sure
how to
stop this spin-
even my pills
of eternal happiness
are s-t-ru-g-g-l-ing to
keep up
with the vortex
inside my head-
my bleak days of winter
are over
I'm feeling the warmth
of the sun
upon my face
so why does the thought
of getting up
each morning
fill me with dread-
my internal ocean tides
are set to full moon
work is a task
I'd just soon avoid-
it's becoming increasingly
difficult
to keep me from pounding
my head
against the desk
or pounding others
against theirs-
just saying...
I'm hoping this ends soon
not so sure
how much more
my mind
can take....

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  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Brenda, a lovely write about the nemesis mind.

    I think we all reach an age where balance of the mind is forgotten, if that makes sense.
    We all have our off days though no matter what age we are.

    Em

    Ps like the structure.

    • 8 years ago

      by Brenda

      Aww thanks Em! Yeah, I have days where I'm not sure if I am coming or going...lol

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hello Brenda

    I do hope this poem isn't too literal. However, if it is, I completely understand the feelings you describe; I frequently feel like this myself.
    I like the short sharp lines too - they work to make an already hectic piece even more so.

    Take care and all the best,
    Ben

    • 8 years ago

      by Brenda

      Ben, thank you! It's not too literal, unfortunately I'm at that age where Mother Nature has decided she's going to bi*** slap me on a daily basis so it's been a struggle but I'm working through it. I use a lot of humor to get through the day lol! Take care-Brenda

  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello Brenda

    The voice of an unbalanced mind struggling to remain sane, trying to keep within a society norm.

    I like the form, one colomn of troubled mind. My only suggestion is you could tweak words, like placing loud in capitals, or elongating st-ru-gg-ling might cause the reader to struggle reading it. Just a suggestion.

    A well thought out piece with humorous points and sombre points. I pity the person sharing a desk with you. Lol

    Take care,

    Michael

    • 8 years ago

      by Brenda

      Michael, thank you! I did take your suggestions and tweaked those areas. Thankfully we have partitions between our desks so my co-workers are fairly safe when my head starts spinning sideways. BTW, I'm a hoot at work, I keep the humor up to keep me sane, it's all good...enjoy your day! Brenda

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