Brainstorm
I can see the stormy cyclone
in your eyes
as your stare helplessly
lost inside your mind
reeling in a flood of confusion.
Desperation rises in your voice
as you rapidly express
disjointed thoughts and fantasies.
You wander inside a mirrored
maze of distortion
frantically searching for an escape
groping for a sensible thought
some semblance of reality.
I can see your pale brow
knit in pain, as small beads
of sweat trickle down your face
your expression a rigid mask
of catatonic anxiety.
Oh how I long to help you
dear friend, to offer you
a healing balm
a soothing word
a hope to cling to.
I hold your trembling hands
as we bow our heads to pray.
Written on 10/18/18
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2018
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