My willow mind :: Nazereth :: Original Poetry

My willow mind
The mind willows in many directions attempting to overcome one thought after the

other. The separations are plentiful, dangling around like particles in the sky. The

focus is temporily, yet realistic to the point of you reaching out to it and grabbing

a whole of. When you encounter this thought process it becomes a sense of energy

that wants to reason with other thoughts or simply over power. Can this be; the

mental strain is overwhelming and I cant release. Calling for help, but no one can

help me me because when dealing with this its strictly non verbal communication.

My mind willows and walking amongst the living plays in my memory bank over

and over and over again. Not quite in the area of a break down, but dwelling on a

edge that is high, suicidal, and blinded to the steep fall. The days are going by

the pressure is accumulating in those dangling particles threatening to over throw

my sane behavior. I often think is there a way out of this horrific maze and if so

when and where.