Hanging Tree

Picture found on google images
Poem by me

My mind

swims, drowning in a sea
of lost calculations,
switches off and on like a
light switch. It

sways

in the wind, steady but
daunting. Ready to jump.
Ready to fall. I cannot
stay in focus. I am

like the

tides. The moon calls
for me and I am awake
Thoughts feeble and thin
like the tree's leafless

willows.

Ideas come and go like
a lonely tumble weed.
Help me stay. Help me go.
I am stuck in the shadows

of the

forgotten memories, stolen
wishes, lost time. Now I've
ended up traveling in
the direction of the

hanging tree.