Toad
01-03-2008, 09:02 PM
Déj* vu
At dawn I don a smile for a wonderful day I see,
Till shortly after three.
I could not say just what it was that took me to my knees,
Though certain while swept off my feet,
That I knew, and had been this way.
Skipping along the surface not able to grasp a thought,
Nor did I see a wave that came and knocked me clean out. Often wonder if a power switch has been installed in me,
As if a light to say goodnight,
Illumination gone away.
Traveling through murky waters are all places in my mind,
Attempts at understanding anything reminds, then ouch,
As migraine takes center stage.
Whisked back in again, my bearings spun around,
So little left I cannot write, for words have left as well.
Twists that hold,
Binds which snap,
Motion where it is surely not.
Confusion seems to rule this day,
As a child it seems awakens,
Few parts of this shell remain,
Unable to verbalize,
I wonder what is seen of me,
So little of whom I thought.
This battle waged within my mind has no sense of it,
Simply takes as it does wish,
Leaving crumbs behind,
As the child that is left of me,
taken in a thought.
Ripples ride in every sense,
Within my very thought,
Crashing into others,
Twisting all words about.
These thoughts were not derailed,
This could not ever be,
Functions become memories,
Mostly ash left behind,
Molten shaping,
Slowing sense,
Time frozen stored differently,
As if it passed without me.
I tip falling forward,
Dropping to my knees,
Not a breath of air I breathe,
Tinnitus rings through me.
Beginning with its errors,
Time skipping to a start,
Dragged from a crumpled spot,
From where you lay,
The floor still in your face.
Todd
At dawn I don a smile for a wonderful day I see,
Till shortly after three.
I could not say just what it was that took me to my knees,
Though certain while swept off my feet,
That I knew, and had been this way.
Skipping along the surface not able to grasp a thought,
Nor did I see a wave that came and knocked me clean out. Often wonder if a power switch has been installed in me,
As if a light to say goodnight,
Illumination gone away.
Traveling through murky waters are all places in my mind,
Attempts at understanding anything reminds, then ouch,
As migraine takes center stage.
Whisked back in again, my bearings spun around,
So little left I cannot write, for words have left as well.
Twists that hold,
Binds which snap,
Motion where it is surely not.
Confusion seems to rule this day,
As a child it seems awakens,
Few parts of this shell remain,
Unable to verbalize,
I wonder what is seen of me,
So little of whom I thought.
This battle waged within my mind has no sense of it,
Simply takes as it does wish,
Leaving crumbs behind,
As the child that is left of me,
taken in a thought.
Ripples ride in every sense,
Within my very thought,
Crashing into others,
Twisting all words about.
These thoughts were not derailed,
This could not ever be,
Functions become memories,
Mostly ash left behind,
Molten shaping,
Slowing sense,
Time frozen stored differently,
As if it passed without me.
I tip falling forward,
Dropping to my knees,
Not a breath of air I breathe,
Tinnitus rings through me.
Beginning with its errors,
Time skipping to a start,
Dragged from a crumpled spot,
From where you lay,
The floor still in your face.
Todd