my head is full and heavy.
like my brain is drowning in water
while running from crocodiles
whose jaws snap, sending ripples through my interstitial fluids.
my brain is a bar filled with drunken raucous men
or a market square at noon
drowning in voices.
behind my closed eyes is a country at war
knowing no peace, knowing no reprieve.
words consume me
poetry hunts me
sleep eludes me
there is a thin line between creativity and madness.