My Brain is Plagued

My Brain is Plagued

The thoughts that don't end.

The draconian rules of my mind.

Neurons, the entourage of dangerous thoughts.

Wishing for some degree

Of mental analgesia.

These thoughts are revenants,

Always believed to be dead,

But coming back all the same.

They are the vituperative enemies of my heart,

The shredders of my soul.

Yet, they are the energy which keeps my essence in flow.

My mind's disease.

Their apprehensive nature.

They are a plight

Unfathomable by those who dare to compare.

I wish my mind to be supple,

But instead, it's muddled.

Ubiquitous in my personal world.

Inundated with frustration

As I ruminate upon the boundless possibilities of thought.

I am plagued, yet still.

My mental impetus.

Neurons shoving through the crowds,

Shirking my desire-irresistible.

Yet, not impossible.