Poems

Wonder

Where do we go,
I wonder,
When our eyes be closed.
When our senses dull and
Our world is filled with monsters
And things beyond our imagination,
Except,
The things we imagine are less,
If not equal,
To the horrors beyond our mind.
Beyond our fragile barriers we put up
To block out those horrors.
To pretend,
To make believe,
To convince ourselves they don't exist.

What do we do,
I wonder,
When we confront our fears.
When adrenaline pumps through your veins
And you think yourself to be in danger
But, in actuality,
Your brain is fooling you.
Conniving, plotting, turning your senses against you,
For better or worse
And even though we try,
We cannot fathom why,
We exist.

And now I see you question,
As to the power of suggestion,
For the purpose you were to wonder of this poem,
Now I tell you, my friends,
That at the very end,
All the wondering was about wonder.