The Shape of Things

Trying to describe what it's like inside my mind.

The shape of things
inside my mind
couldn't be more
difficult to describe.

So many thoughts.
Tossing & turning.
Rolling & rumbling.
Jumping & tumbling.

It's a constant struggle
just to put them altogether.
What's the point
when all they tend to do
is fall apart again?

I always feel left with
a broken, useless brain.
It wields a strong rope
and I'm held hostage.

The shape of things
inside my mind
couldn't be more
difficult to describe.