Aberrant

It must be so nice
to turn your brain off
I often wonder what
that's like while I think
about a million little things
Overwhelmed
is the word I would use
to describe myself
Not kind or gentle or good
just burdened by the weight
of my own brain
just drowning
a slow sink
even though
my thoughts
are racing
I am only
treading water

Reviews

[JR]

Oh wow, Lydia. Yeah, I'm right there with you lately, I feel poems and words coming at me from all angles. I feel almost overwhelmed, like I'm just keeping up with getting it all out. But at the same time, there's no way to turn it off... it's how we we're wired. I watched an interview the other day with Robert Pinsky, and he said that if a poet isn't always looking for the unknown, they aren't a poet. I think that's our brains... poking at reality, always questioning. I appreciate your consistent metaphor and sparse language.