The rising tide floods the mind – swallowing,
Engulfing, and sweeping any and all;
The feebleness of reason is caught following,
Being tugged and pushed and even enthralled.
Something awakened when something broke,
Such force, such power, as dreams reached
Forward, spinning and touching the sky like an oak,
Blocking out the frontal lobes – calling for impeachment.
The spinning continues, thoughts reach for an object,
An anchor to cling, to hold, through the storm,
Through the insanity forming; trying to connect
Through the flood of thoughts surging and performing.
Such pain! Such pressure forcing up so much despair,
As the mind grapples for a glimpse and for air.