This incessant chatter in your head
This noisy voice relentlessly chase
Of this of that and everything else that matters not
A chat with a mind of its own run a course
Stories that it spins
a perplexed knot
A spin here a spin there,
a messy thought
The clarity of thought,
spun with old yarn
This cloth of tattered emotions well worn
An approach sought, not at all of light
Too much clamour mounts of dizzying height
We wear ourselves out this incoherent ramble
Goes on and on, a flicker not the end of the tunnel
Boy Oh boy! We wish!
Oh we wish!
This noise will shut down with a swish!
Stop! A halt to our runaway thoughts
A wagon of wild horses loaded with distraught
The link of a never ending chain, a clunk a clunk
A heaviness of which
a chunk, a chunk!
The well thought story of dramatic turn
Of nail biting suspense the end conjured
We the storyteller, we the awed audience
The storyline so thin, it lost its radiance
Spice it up with some bygones, throw in something new
We’ll have the perfect recipe for a sticky brew!
A dull tow a vibrating recital
Goes round and round a whirring cycle
A cleansing ritual needed of haste
For peace to descend of this muddled head
A mind emptied into a sewer of waste
Float to a land of no return,
Silence of death resonate the mind
Quietude of depth a clarity find
Relevance of think is our only need
Sieve out the groupies clinging!
Too much noise our thought defines
An escape from this breathless whines
Empty our thoughts to quiet servitude
To ourselves a peaceful attitude!
By Mariam Bee,Ipoh, Perak