Sugar rush monkeys

Turbulent thoughts swing to and fro,

Like monkeys on a sugar rush,

Chattering,bickering,hurling abuses at each other,

The noise!The noise!!

It shows no sign of ceasing,

Heavy boulders weigh my shoulders down,

Pushing deeper,deeper underground,

Like a quicksand struggle,

The fight is useless.

Picking fights

I pick fights with my memories,
Interrogating them in the dingy recesses of my mind,
Razor sharp questions meant to elicit answers,
The spotlights useless,
The questions fall flat with a resounding thud,
Maybe in time the pieces of the puzzle with fit,
And the past would have made sense,
Or maybe a swim in the sea of the unknown is in store.