Saturday, November 22, 2014

Hanging Tree

Picture found on google images
Poem by me

My mind
swims, drowning in a sea
of lost calculations,
switches off and on like a
light switch. It
in the wind, steady but
daunting. Ready to jump.
Ready to fall. I cannot
stay in focus. I am
like the
tides. The moon calls
for me and I am awake
Thoughts feeble and thin
like the tree's leafless
Ideas come and go like
a lonely tumble weed.
Help me stay. Help me go.
I am stuck in the shadows
of the
forgotten memories, stolen
wishes, lost time. Now I've
ended up traveling in
the direction of the
hanging tree.