Plight of the encore

Photo by Matthew Payne on Unsplash

My mind is shattered glass —
lit thoughts harass to the point
of impasse, and I struggle
to keep humble and not crumble
as I stumble to thrive; not just alive
but wholly satisfied.

Smoke and sound on a merry-
go-round; disco ball brains
on a dark playground. Ideas run
and scream…