...I Can't Think

I can’t think.

My mind is a swamp

a haven for creatures of the night to burrow in

and make their homes.

I can’t think.

My heart beats so loud

that the neighbours next door

are dancing to it.

I can’t think.

This repetition gets me down

every cloud has a frown

I can wallow in.

I can’t think.

This freckle on my hand

Is a government plan

I’m not in on.

I can’t think.

I can read different thoughts

But I can’t find my own

to begin with.

I can’t think

I shout and I sway

I try to find my way

but at the end of the day

rhyming couplets is all I come up with.

I can’t think.