Death of An Answer
Death of an Answer
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
Abandoned, by time,
In pre-dawn hours, I sit meditating,
My mind being brushed, by recurring thoughts,
Of things hidden from sight,
Which come un-summoned.
I lapse into the profundity of silence
Thinking, perchance,
This time might see variety,
But distressing thoughts and my unknowns,
Forever appear to tote with them,
No answers with irrefutable resolution;
So, I remain engulfed in this sea of thought
Without mental ability to alter;
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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