Caught in a Brainstorm (Poetry)

I’m caught in a brainstorm

The lightning and thunder

rumble on whether I want them to

or not, I’m so distracted

Even the simplest task

Becomes an unbearable chore

The thoughts they flow

like a rampaging flood

Do I gate them? Do I dam them?

Or do I let them wash away

what’s left of my sanity?

Do I just set them free?

Let them break the walls

built up inside of me

I’ve always held back

Afraid of my own energies

Once I start, I’ll never stop

Where I’ll go I can’t say

If I let the floodgates go

There may be nothing left

But what does it matter

I’m on empty anyhow

I may as well ride

the torrential ebbs and flows

They may bring me below

or I may wash out to sea

But it’s also likely

I wash up on some new shore

With an angel looking down on me

She’ll wonder how I got there

But it won’t really matter then

Once she takes me in her arms

and her love burns me alive

Even then the epic only begins

This is quite far from the end

But the storm is calming now

Yet the static remains…

As does the ringing in my ears

Or is it her voice calling to me?

Let’s ride this out together

Let’s wash away

August 14, 2012

Writing words, spreading love, Amelia Desertsong primarily writes creative nonfiction articles, as well as dabbling in baseball, Pokemon, Magic the Gathering, and whatever else tickles her fancy.

2 thoughts on “Caught in a Brainstorm (Poetry)

  1. Oh, I like this poem! It’s like when people’s chaotic thoughts paralyze them, and they need angels (friends, lovers, or real angels) to focus and really live life.

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