Poetry: Electrified
Posted on 24. Aug, 2009 by Cheryl Frances in Education, Poetry
My Medulla Oblongata is electrified, or my mind is on fire…filled with thoughts, images and sounds that should really take me higher…but they don’t.
Instead they often bewilder me, twisting and tangling the wires inside me, taking me on flights of fantasy…only to throw me back down to reality…with a thud.
All day, every day, sparks fly, the current never ceases; questions, wishes, wants, needs and desires flicker, if only I had a button to just turn the light off…or at least a dimmer switch.
Even sleep brings no relief, dreams transport me to a universe unknown where guilty pleasures have the power to unfold…against my will.
So I choose not to sleep and instead lie still, the night is my static friend providing rare moments of clarity, the darkness somehow absorbs the electricity from the bulb that is my mind…and I am free….if only temporarily.
