Crescendo

Discarded thoughts

on sheets of lines

traversing time

through the lens of my mind.

Unblemished by doubt

unfiltered throughout

just the idle ramblings

of a creative drought.

A few simple words

blown in on the wind

from a realm unseen

like that of a dream.

All I know right now

is that something wants out

bursting through the glass

as if someone yelled fire

and my mind needed an ax

to break down this door

trapping me within

this reckless inferno

engulfing everything

in it's swirling path

and that something was a 

bunch of scribbled shapes

in the form of discarded thoughts

on sheets of tiny blue lines

filling up my mind

til it finally burst

and swept away the fire

into this garish blaze of white

like the first November frost

on the near-naked branches

of the time-tested oaks

and pocked with tiny little tracks

from almost as tiny creatures

just trying to survive

in a world suddenly new

and that's when I realized

I'm trying to dig my way out

of that same snow too.

Author's Note

¯_(ツ)_/¯

Pretty much my mindset coming out of this. I basically just turned my brain off and typed for a few minutes and this came out. Been away for several days and ever since I got home, something felt... off. There's probably more in there but I'll have to dig it out another time. For now, this'll do.