The Tired Brain

[ReflectingGod]

-The Tired Brain-

The tired brain
with little room yet so much reflection
so tangled, so stuck
on the tiny thought
turning it's self inside out
jerking,twisting, writhing in shame
it tries to recover, but-

The tired brain
looks to dreams for rest
and comfort
it finds none in the warmth of sleep
for even the demons of day
turn into the ghosts of the night.
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Another old post.
21st June2009

This was based off another user's original poem
which I redid. I would like them to raise their hand so I can remember who you are. You were a cool dude.

[Omnix]

I find the poem really interesting.
The idea of brain full of reflection, with just just small space for those, is probably well known to all of us, therefore, we all can relate to it.
I also enjoyed last to verses, where 'demons of day turn into the ghosts of the night.' I perceive this as a state, while during the day, we have plenty of things to do, while during the night, best ideas come to us unexpectedly, not allowing us to sleep. But this is just my interpretation of it.
It's a nice poem, but I have few questions. In verse 'Turning it's self inside out' you meant 'Turning itself inside out'? Cause I'm not sure, if it's mistake or just I'm reading it wrong.

It's a really nice poem and I look forward to read more of your writing.