By Peter

 

Ideas.

They just swim

and swarm

as they spin

in my head packed

with too many thoughts,

bouncing and banging

off of each other,

and the walls.

Wall to wall,

moving so quickly

I risk being left behind.

They say,

“Use your head and catch up,”

but my head is leaving me behind.

I can’t keep up.

I can’t catch up.

I can’t get up.

All I can do is

stay up late.

Past eight.

Past nine.

Past ten.

Past eleven.

Surpassing 12.

Summiting 1.

Like starting over.

Looking back

as the night moves forward,

trying to start over.

I was too shy

that time at school;

I was too open

that other time at school;

I was loud

almost all the time.

But,

I only said the right things

one time.

If at all.

Should have listened

to Polonius,

but instead,

I gave voice to every idea.

Every fish,

churning,

waiting

to be heard.

 

Editor: Bella Bier