It’s twisted, unreal But so damn true I’m fighting against everything, And nothing at all I need words to describe, To tell and understand My thoughts are fragile It breaks after the final fall Feelings are wrecked Destroyed by every movement And what’s going on in my head, Unstoppable ways of my brain And how much I was hoping, I can’t go on I could write to pass the time, I could read to function I could sleep to stay awake © SoulWriter, 2007
This reminds me of my early poetry. No images. What I've learned is to find some image that works for this topic... hard to explain but I'll try... example... I think this is good: "feelings are wrecked"... so you could start throwing in wreckage... rusted metal, crushed fenders, flattened something or other... the word twisted you have in first line fits with this idea.... but you could go a totally different direction too (I write about insomnia too)... I used wreckage because you indicated that "feelings are wrecked" and I liked that...
