Unfinished

 

When social life wipes me out

and quiet time is needed to thrive,

I find a dark corner of my mind

and sit, letting thoughts unwind.

It's hard sometimes to shut out the noise.

The grind comes in annoying chorus,

a sea of voices, all coursing over me.

I end up shipwrecked on an island

in some long distant fantasy.

Surrounded by forests of never-ending trees.

 

I scratch away at the tree bark in my mind.

Etching out the thoughts I find, the witty lines,

the silly rhymes, the deep soul searching

treasure left hidden behind,

and on this island paradise, I sit

surrounded by a forest of words.

All the poet trees you see

grown from tiny little seeds.

 

But sometimes

I'm just trapped,

my mind blocked,

like a drain filled to the top.

and the water keeps coming. 

It won’t stop,

but it has nowhere to go

so, it just overflows

over the ground below.

Soaking into the roots,

helping the trees to grow,

but I'm left tired, worn out. 

I'm left with

a brain that feels

diminished

and so many poems

that just go 

unfini

 

 

 

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Kyle