I stared at the wall thoughts tangled like threads

I stared at the wall, thoughts tangled like threads,

where clarity falters and echoes collide,

a buzzing static fills the space in my head,

while I clutch at a pen, but the words seem to hide.

What’s left of my thoughts when they scatter like leaves,

as I scribble a list, but the clutter persists,

like vultures that circle and claw at my dreams,

drowning in chaos, I’m lost in the mists.

So I sit in the silence, wrestling with fog,

a puzzle unsolved, a dance with the haze,

as I try to summon a thought from the bog,

only to find myself caught in the maze.