The Anxious Mind
So fragile life and human conscious,
Mindful wander, erratic, of untold purpose,
Bringing shadowy foreboding,
To the depths of our spirit; a dangerous curse.
Tragedy is looming, catch your breath,
Two tonnes of weight upon the chest,
Pascal afflicts my senses, my head,
Silence scares and gravity flares: there can be no rest.
The toll hangs nigh, have you danced well?
Prior scepticism now awash with certainty,
Pray thee Lord, forgive me, I hear the bell,
Through my life I’ve been good, with mere lack of piety.
Alas, a break, judgement saved,
Fever unmasked, the evil plot twists,
From deepest despair, a way is paved,
Take control once more with clenched fists.
This fight over, prepare but not await the next,
Be strong, be happy, have faith, son,
Do not fear thought, health, nor text,
Then body, mind and soul may realign as one.
Copyright © Thomas Allen | Year Posted 2011
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