Intrusive Thoughts Poem
I Know But I Don't
I think, I can't think,
Because if I do then I won't,
Or maybe I will for the thrill,
Yet my conscience says don't,
If I haven't, then I have,
Just further down the line,
Is the illusion of contusions,
In this illicit prediction of mine,
I can close, yet stay open,
In the room just with you,
Telling Lies to my eyes,
In an attempt to alter the view,
I act, so I don't act,
On this scene I have rehearsed,
Which is confined to my mind,
Something that is never to be conversed,
I am me but not me,
More a character in play,
In this fiction, that is an addiction,
Or an obsession some would say,
I see but I don't see,
What to most is just a thought,
Is a combination of ruminations,
That my net has just caught.
© 2017 John Brotherton
Comments
John Brotherton (author) from United Kingdom on November 26, 2017:
Ram thank you for your kind words.
Ram Ramakrishnan on November 25, 2017:
Very well said, John.
I get
your point of view,
you bet!
Tracy Lambert on August 20, 2017:
Lovely poem john, very talented.
