poem #5: mental storms

my mind scatters like dust to the winds

blowing in tumbles

erratically following careless gales

looking for a place to settle down

a homeless wonder

picking up bits of debris

pieces of the love in me

wicked zephyrs 

whip through the thin layer

i'm barely wearing

this aimless walk through

darkened recesses

proves to be lonely

a savage safari of

tangled emotions and thoughts

attempting to choke me out

yet, i am armed

i carry a sword of words

testimonials of cause and effect

the story of "this"

a train of thought

serving as a path beaten 

one step ahead of mine

to keep me from 

getting tangled in grape vines

on this sojourn

so worn

from being torn

my mind is battered

beaten by the weathered trials

bashed against

tender senses

needing to heal

from sticks that stuck

and stones thrown

with perfect aim

for

intended pain

my mind roams 

to far away places

to deal with where i stand

all i want

is to rest

find a place of calming airs

flattened terrain

just right rays of shine

convenient shade 

a soft place to lie

and a piece of mind

peacefully mine

sheltered from the weathered storms

mental storms

© 2008 Kween Kiwi