Flotsam

My
brain swirls

like
a swollen river –

thoughts
emerge,

eddy,

and
sink again

without
expression.

The
swelling hurts,

gushes
here, then there,

tears away banks,

scars cliffs,

disorients,

disturbs.

I
have no direction.

I’m
flotsam

in
a tide of pain

and
exhaustion.

Parts
of my head

flutter
and vibrate,

like
leaves and branches,

grabbed
by the flood,

powerless,

drowning.

©
Palitja Moore 2016

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