posted on Nov, 19 2014 @ 04:04 PM
Well, this is how I am currently feeling. Anybody else feeling it?
The purposeful procession of thought
forcing conclusions less thought out,
death like urgency to bring resolution
to fear, confusion, and doubt.
Mental mechanics trying to fix it
when broken is only an opinion,
swaying like a drunken dancer
who has forgotten the steps.
Opposing thoughts shouting “pick me,”
convinced they are the answer.
They compete like small children
trying to capture the teachers attention.
Listening for a while but choosing silence.
Lips are tightly closed less they expose,
the awful dread of boldness
and the chance of being wrong.
Words form into streams of thought
and become wide rivers
pouring out self dialogue,
like a muddy river hides the bottom.
The clarity of thought tainted
by the erosion of truth,
it offers no solace, only a fierce current
and an inescapable eddy.