I don’t know how
to catch my mind
frantic, pacing, racing
through worlds of warwords
Thoughts;
they pick at me
flirt with my mind,
whipping whirlpools of
misarranged sentences
without you I am nothing
nothing am I without you
am I without you nothing
am I?
I try to make sense
of what’s happening,
find a niche
feel safe,
but I can’t find the place
I just can’t find it right now
So I withdraw and
lose myself,
somewhere between
misfired neurons
and Pavlov’s dog
Perhaps I could let go,
if only I could hold on,
but straws crumble
like sugar cubes melt and
my mind jumps around
bouncing marshmallow walls,
pleading with her
to come right out
or just stay sepia
Honorable mention
Silver trophy winner
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