My thoughts
running through the maze
I hold inside my pounding skull
keep me company
reminding me
when my eyes search for love
for understanding
for hope
I am not alone.
I am tied to the whispers
the whipping post I toss over one shoulder
and the never-ending scorn scraping my open wounds.
These traveling thoughts
narrate a dialogue
a screaming silent war of words
I hold in an arena of unfulfilled dreams.
I am center stage
front row seat to a sold-out spectacle
spinning wildly in a cold sweat
dripping with resounding applause.
Take a bow
draw the curtain
the show has just begun.
Colloquially Speaking 