Mixing Bowl
I don't want these
demons knocking at my door
I don't want to face another mixing bowl
I can’t go too far up because I’m also going down
I’m losing my foundation
I can’t feel my feet on the ground
Along with a bitter taste of misery
Put some agitation on the fire
It’s only going to cost me my clear thinking
To quell the irritability
Smile and weep at the same time
While your mind’s runnin’ on overtime
A double edged sword
It’s all so contradictory; altogether at once
I can’t escape my mind
And that’s why I’m screaming
Should I soar or plummet
There are too many emotions
Jumbling round my head
And crazy, outrageous, hopeless apparitions
Relentless madness
That makes you come unraveled
Juliet Wilkerson ©
2004