Head-space under siege

Brain like pearl harbor in the early 20^th

Fire in the water!

Duck for cover!

Thoughts are on the fritz

Scattered and forlorn

I’m exhausted from the racing,

Scorn from the losing score

Been stuck on pacing back and forth,

Like a borderline version of Usain Bolt

Too good at this for my own good,

Too bad to be alone

Too argumentative to make sense about it

Too co-dependent to let go.