Brain Storm

You give me all these remedies to hush my ravaged mind

you give me all these medicines but none of them are mine

Each bout of madness I am less and less sure of the cause

Maybe it's my dopamine, my lack of sleep, the grenadine

you tell me these will set my pace

and help my brain to splinter

Like the promises I whisper into my own ears that 

cradle me to sleep at night

I was never any good at knowing when to slow down

tazmanian devil round and round

You gave me this name

you called me hurricane

and you were right because

only after I tear up the ground all around me

and every casualty has suffered it's plight

I will disintegrate into hot and cold 

and they'll be nothing left of me

Reviews

[dan]

As I take my necessary meds every day I read this piece with a certain familiarity. The effects make me theorize that there is "nothing left of me," an empty shell dancing on marionettes strings, my life dictated to me. My brain does indeed splinter and assume a different shape.
This is a powerful piece, Kaylee, well done! take care...dan

[Kaylee April]

Thank you. I'm glad you could relate

[Pancake Bunnykins]

This is amazing. I like the part about the hurricane and how you described it :D

[Kaylee April]

Thank you :)

[Stars and Whales]

You are a beautiful writer. This really speaks to me; drowned me in it. Excellent, brilliant work. Truly amazing job!

[Kaylee April]

Thank you! :)