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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Sentinel Poetry (Online) #50January 2007   ISSN 1479-425X

THE INTERNATIONAL JOURNAL OF POETRY & GRAPHICS...since December 2002

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