My mind has become jagged
A Cliff with one soaring Eagle
Circling around and around
Just beyond eyesight.
Little plants grow here
Barely hanging onto life
Grasping what little Soil
Has fallen between the Rocks.
Barely does a Thought stay
For it’s brother begs attention
Ruthlessly asking for my step
Dare I not pass his way.
So here I step gingerly
Trepid and disoriented
Glancing above me, evermore
Dare I lose a thought.