Lucy Thomas

Irrational Thought

It takes hold; there is no end

It breathes around

No strength to lend

Unspoken words; blank thought

A mind betrayed

A mind is caught

No reason why it settled here

The frenzy inhaled

Clenched to fear

The stillness cannot inflate the lungs

One search for harm

But just whispering tongues

All that stays are tall black walls

No exit sign

Just endless halls

Absurdity has taken over

It drops like bricks

It does not sober

If pieces of time could be frozen

What a power

These moments chosen

Through clenched fists; a drawn out wait

The minutes end

And lift the weight

Finally there is the calm

No longer searching

No more alarm

All others are fine; it is done

Once again survival

But it has won

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