Inside the twisted taverns of my deepest thoughts
A trail of broken dreams and a future that failed to materialize
Lists are lost and found and recreated
Overflowing with things to be done that will never come to be
Plagued by sins of misfiring synapses
And riddled with wounds of broken promises and unfinished acts
Fractions of revelations and incomplete snippets
Invade the secret passages of my psyche
Shelves of my mind cluttered with minutiae
Dusted off and whirled into a frenzy of frantic energy
Rolling neurological storms of thunderous notions
Manic mazes leading to nowhere yet everywhere all at once
Ticks and tocks of clouded ideas
Jump like a frantic frog from lily pad to log to land
Squandered peace turns to dread
A prison with no key to unlock the chained inmate
Liberate me from myself, I beg
Free me from my brain and allow me to live in peace
© Linda Kowalchek 2025
Oh, the ending. It deserves a plaque. Wonderfully explored.
Those of us, the ones who've been touched by impacted mental health, resonate with works like this.
Even when we're doing well - we're still ready for a possible shitstorm.