Tidal waves, crumbling cliffs,
Thoughts scramble, the brain throws fits;
From childhood mishaps to recent activities,
Images and feelings strike the imagination and all other sensitivities,
Keeping you awake and mocking you, giving to recent problems all the best possibilities.
And as the sun shines and warms up the eyelids,
The resolve is locked up… you struggle to find it but, nonetheless, the scumbag brain forbids it.
by Vlad-Ovidiu Adam
Image source: Ionuț Caraș
