I keep finding myself-
Crashed in this
Thoughtless thought of thoughtlessness.
Perhaps if I’d thought less,
Eased my brain of the stress,
Things wouldn’t have come to this.
I’m thinking of words;
Words I can craft into phrases,
Phrases I can craft into metaphor,
And just when I thought I had it all together-
My mind freezes!
And I haven’t anything to blame the weather for,
Yet the thoughtless thoughts come crashing down further
In a catastrophic
I’m looking for links;
Links I can wove into fibers,
Fibers I can use to bridge
Into the hearts of my readers-
But then oh my,
London bridge comes falling down,
And I’m back to where it all began,
in thoughtless town.
Back to frosted thoughts,
Seemingly getting colder.
And I can see my thoughts come crashing down on me,
A lot like Sisyphus and his boulder.
Covered in iced thoughts, I blanch;
As I fall into a comma-
and hook the look of a question mark,
Onto my Grammarlanche!
By: Phanuel Ayelum.