On days my brain refuses to hum.
It stares into space
An unfeeling unmoving organ
How does it evoke such feelings
When it has none.
When I want to remember
It plays hide-n-seek
Never giving up its position
Never failing.
People blame the heart
For its heartless acts
But I say it’s the brain
Who is the villian-est of them all.
Sulky, sullen, it sits in its watery throne
Protected by the hard bones
It whirrs but
It keeps mum.
Brain, you are mean.
Who are youWho resides in the cobwebs of my dreams?To surface when the eyelids meet,Who weaves the lore in my mind,Flawless and resplendent ones,How is that every story you weaveHas a happy end, a positive feel? When I try to recreate them in my mind,The eyes, open as they are,Strive to touch upon the same…
I’ve said all I had to sayLetting nothing come in my wayMy words, they bared my soulTill I was hung from a poleScared to speak them, even If I triedMy fear, it held me captive inside. Scared my words may ricochet in airReturn home, on an empty prayerUnread, unwanted, a rejected pile An unopened token of…