IMPRISONED MIND


Thoughts spew out of my brain
reaching for my fingers
that yearn to clamp them.

My mind races to scrawl each thought
before they disappear forever
from the crevices of my brain.

When neurons finally reconnect
to relay the message,
my fingers give in to exhaustion.

Irritation takes over my mind
confusing every word and idea,
and all thoughts fizzle away.

My words don’t say what my brain
had in mind, and my fingers
listen to my misdirected mind.

My words may have the power
to elicit dialogue,
but it’s not the power I meant to relay.

I can’t convey with words
what my feelings truly are
because I’m a prisoner in my own mind.

Copyright @2016mrg

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