What it’s like to live in a collapsed mind
Watching ideas and dreams spiral down a drain of madness
Confusion and anxiety mixed with chaotic creativity
Grasping for words in thin air that turn to ash in the palm
Making an effort that never takes physical form
Seeing a result without the hope of a beginning
A million thoughts going 80mph that disappear when the mouth opens
My collapsed mind feels like a ball of mush
Sopping wet with the words I want to say
Each day the mind tries to get stronger only to stay still
Visions of goals that have yet to be reached
One day, perhaps, the poison of the collapsed mind will drain
Leaving a quiet madness of only creativity to blossom

-Asia Aneka Anderson
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