a literary journal

POETRY

Thought Contagion


 

invasive thoughts

have invaded my mind

evade these flailing thoughts

with a brain as frail as mine

failing but i’m rather fine

to finally understand

this flayed and finite life

thinking since every last night

think if this is my last night

as i turn off that night light

if i would wake up in fright

only to see that last light

that door, beaming light

that tunnel, that some kind of spiritual funnel

actually I don’t

understand it as much

i’m always under

standing beneath

the knowledge of such

hanging on this ledge

letting go

at life’s slightest touch

no answer

no solution

i’d rather find

those minute resolutions

and keep that pace

i guess i do know

to some extent

thinking that i don’t

hoping that i won’t

because ignorance is bliss

a mouthful you’ll never miss

from mouths, in platitudes remiss

and unquoted, go amiss

for they rationalize the absurd

this life that can’t be put into words

no I don’t know anything at all

i’d leave it at that and that’s my call

and leave it to life’s whims

for nothing is ever as it seems