Thoughts

By J. Moors

In images I see in books
The brain is smooth, rounded
A large united mass
Each curved ridge perfectly snug

Why then, does mine feel
Shattered
A mess of pieces,
Sharp edges
Fragmented beyond repair
Each corner trying to fit

My thoughts cannot flow
Smoothly across nerves
But jump about
Searching, stopping
Stuck
In an incoherent mess of matter

October 21, 2015 Blueprint Magazine Poetry No Comments

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