A scream echoes
In a crowded place
As a volley of thoughts
From voices battling to try
And manipulate

A screening of images
Flash like a newsreel
Capturing momentary scenes
In a capsule of time
That cannot be reached

An invasion on concentration
Collapses a coherent mind
Into indecisive muddle
That produces babble
From un-controllable lips

The darkness steers in a direction
Unclear to the human compass
True universal north is distorted
There are no polls
Bipolarity controls all thoughts

North, south, east, and west
Seem to collide and collapse
Into a vortex of nothingness
Where answers are not found
And words travel zero meters

How can a coherent idea derive
Via a howling
Deep within a bottomless pit
Of senseless jabbering
Creating an unfocused lens

Words are short lived
Their power has no conviction
Random thoughts
Become the way of thinking
Producing no nutrition for a mind

Finding words to put on paper
Seem to lose their context
In an unseemly endless parade
Of undefined concepts
With no control or manipulation

One voice must be found
In this plethora
Of undistinguishable mental ideas
Which crash into each other
In a metamorphosis of much more

To write is a form of pushing
The world out of our heads
A therapy of meditation
That only the artistic comprehend
Calling it the battle of creativity