Daily my brain hurts
troubled with problems
back and forth with true devotion
rely on faith, not intellect
do not understand the idiom
my brain is at its ropes end
I do have my wits about me
So eloquent processing ideas
these endless expressions of pain
always misbehaving,
the brilliance of a heart
with the emotions of a baby
always surrendering to sadness
Jumping to conclusions
taking unilateral actions
consequences be damned
my brain is at its wits end
Oh, peace of mind
I'm searching for you,
before too long I find myself
burst out with full emotion
at dawn my brain recharges
complete and whole again
no longer at my wits end
About the Creator
MR BRIAN SLUGA
I am Brian Sluga, change management consultant, author, sports lover and husband. I have a Bachelor’s from Bradley University and am in the MFA creative writing program at Lindenwood University. Consider my stories, poems and nonsense.
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