11.30.22

    I’m on the edge

Of falling or staying

In a world filled

With words, people,

And emotions.

Emotions, which swing

From one edge

To the other.

Between the sun and shadows,

Between the fire and water,

It all keeps swinging,

Back and forth.

One swing –

And those words

Become hurtful.

Another swing –

And those same words

Become playful.

Stare too long –

And your mind begins to question

Each detail, each word, each second –

Turning it all into one big mess.

They’re just words! –

And yet, my mind could never

Settle on one pass –

The verdict just keeps

Changing and changing,

While the dirty words continue

To swing before me –

Never giving a clear signal.

Everything is either too complicated,

Or too simple.

I can never figure out

Which one it is.

The clouds just continue to pour thought,

And thought, after thought

Into my little brain

Until it overfloods.

I can never think straight,

My head pounds and pounds,

To the point nothing is funny

Anymore and all falls silent.

I can’t raise a single limb,

A single word out of my poor lips.

All I can do is sit there,

Letting that supposed “time”

Slip by.