Inside my cranium
grey matter bounces
on the walls of my skull
my head wobbles in odd directions
dizziness encompasses my upper half
a fight for balance in the rest of me.
Like a tapered wave
colliding with the surf
crashing, thrashing, rumbling
rubbing over jagged rock
the tremors inside are taking stock
a firing squad of blurred images
a kaleidoscope of muddled thought.
my inner divining rod
searching to find the eagle’s wings
to carry me away from reviewing things
thoughts not clear enough to see
these wings, they come to carry me.
Tremors come and tremors go
the fight for survival is what I do know
fight them of like a sand storm gust
my inner thoughts, I cannot trust
Some are lucid and make complete sense
others are muddles and thickly dense.
The blades of the fan
spin round in my mind
searching for answers
no-one seems to find
cradle my head so the tremors will stop
the light is ahead, I’m reaching its top.
Life is cruel,
life is kind
seek it out and you will find
embrace it all and you will unwind
A new day dawns
to silence the mind.
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