“Brainstorm” by Michal Mitchell
Could I act sensible at a time like this?
A time in which my mind is fractured,
It’s fed until full,
An injection at the lips,
The mouth, The brain,
Wrap that red scarf around my throat dear familiar friend,
I cannot catch a cold now in this fiery storm,
A storm of fire, the one in my brain,
The very one, that drives me insane,
For if I was as cold as the touch of ice,
Would it then only suffice?
To wander through meadows and darkness, a grove,
The ones in my mind, the stories untold,
Some stories here I wish, would go unamissed,
Some, the others, take a story and twist,
Twist like the cloth around my red throat,
Tear like the storm, through the trees through the growth,
For as long as there’s a storm deep inside of my mind,
There isn’t enough sunshine to test through the time,
And as that rain falls from the heavens unto earth,
Is it safe to say it isn’t what it says it’s worth?
Or is it the east that looks up unto the sun,
That tells me the meadows have gone until gone,
For the storm it does pour and it feeds onto the best,
And what the storm doesn’t feed, it kills all the rest.
“10 Minute Poetry” is my own weekly poet’s game; one in which I write an original piece of poetry, with nothing but a given title, in ten minutes.