Ode to a Disheveled Mind

angry steel drum rhythms dance within my brain
buffeted like my head has been sucked out a midnight train
“Real?” “What’s real? This shark bite that I feel?”
[stomach growls] I recollect missing my last meal

my world is seen through panes, cracked in angular shards
I went to pray, was sent away- told it’s not in the cards
I thrash about at cobwebs, that exist but in my mind
seeking to feel something real, but this I cannot find

“strange”, strange, it’s the perfect sounding word
sitting alone on a mountainside divorced from the human herd
I had an anchor and harbor once, against this dreaded storm
but how can love survive where cracked mirrors are the norm

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About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. He is currently writing his first novel entitled CHASING DEMONS. He is a martial artist, yogi, and world traveler.
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