• These simple words they felt inclined
    To stumble, drunken, through my mind
    Oh what a mess they left behind!

    Memories I’d thrown away,
    Well past their expiration day,
    Were strewn about to fester away.

    Swiftly through forgotten thoughts
    They found a thread and fought
    And fought

    And tugging on that air thin thread
    Unraveled fragments of my head
    Till, stumbling drunken, I fall to bed
    To sleep
    To wake
    Where words forget?
    To dream
    And ache…

    Medication leaves my mind to numb
    Gently blanketing the dreary hum
    But Words won’t stop until they’ve won…

    These words in my mind…how I wish they were blind!