A cacophony of discordant thoughts
a jumble inside my head
each thought shrieking
in a different pitch
to be recognized, reconciled.
Until a slow rhythm builds
as their insistence
to each be heard first
grows stronger, louder.
And just when you think
you finally have the rhythm;
that you can relax into the beat-
the pattern shifts,
becomes more shrill,
adding flashes of brightly colored lights
to the existing music,
which creates
an entire audio visual performance
behind your tightly closed eyes.
Your wince puckering
into a grimace.
Quite the performance.
Now if only you could
bring yourself to enjoy it...
