My mind is blank.
Not a thought to be found.
Every crevice searched,
Yet not a word remains.
Faced with a revelation that I cannot deny.
My brain no longer able to perform mental gymnastics,
Trying to excuse the thought.
Instead it has become a ballerina,
Dancing around the subject.
Because I cannot allow myself to think,
I cannot allow myself to hope.
Hope that the prospect isn't so insane after all.
My effort being far from futile.
But hope is dangerous.
Because hope disregards fear,
Casting away possibility of doubt,
Forgetting the bounds of pain.
So instead I will cast away my mind.
Leaving nothing but a blank empty shell.
Emptying out all thought of "hope."
Because the hope I feel is enough to make a writer lose all words.
And that's the most dangerous thing you could do to me.
YOU ARE READING
Ramblings of a Madman
ŞiirShort poetic ramblings of my daily life, navigating the overwhelming feelings that bombard me as I await an answer. I do not write poetry, but I shall try for you.
