Borderline
or just plain bored of life
Is it that I'm tired of trying to find
answers tangled
in the riddle
of forest in my mind.
The knots are tied tight
and I can't get them loose,
the binds are starting to bite.
into flesh. It’s no use.
Floundering over a river stretched wide
or am I straddling the two sides of my mind,
trying to keep all of the pieces inside.
It's all a jumble.
Thoughts rumble
like trains through an underground tunnel,
on collision course
having missed the stop sign.
Am I becoming a new design, underlined
or just going out of my mind.
Did I lose the war,
the battle I fought
to keep a bit of sanity safely in store.
Did I fall off the wagon
into the path of an oncoming truck
or was it a storm of bad luck,
I become unstuck.
Did I fall out of line,
lose my place in the cavalcade of life.
Seems like I lost sight of the vital signs
Just a flatline and a piercing high-pitched tone
No neon to point my way.
Sand trickles,
building sandcastles
in my upturned hourglass.
marking the days
that pass
Sometimes only my notepad knows,
how far down I've fallen
and how I feel so low
but sometimes
it speaks of flowers,
in the colours of rainbows
and it's these days I cling on to.
Thanks for reading
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