Need to Gather [My Thoughts]

Stop...

I can't take it,
this rotting in my brain.

Slowly corrupting me,
making me think deviously,
or not at all

I miss it...

The way it once was;
thinking freely, openly
none of this blockage that I suffer

I just wish I could...

Cut open my head
and examine my brain;
see what makes it tick.

Then I would know how to fuel the flames,
never be lost in thoughts
or have trouble expressing how I feel

My skull is pounding...

The thoughts are clawing to get out,
but as they are ready to board and leave,
they magically disappear
leaving me confused

If I just could...

Gather my thoughts
and somehow express them
I'll be just fine