Sunday 20 December 2015

This is love. Worry.

The unthinkable. Thought.
The unimaginable. Imagined
The colourful fabric of the mind,
Greyed, clawed, torn and ripped.
The icy walled cavern of loss, scaled.
Repetitiously. Recursively. Over and over.
The mind ever increasingly processes,
 in ever decreasing circles.
"What if?" Unanswerable. Re-answered.
The battle field of the mind,
the real and un-real come together,
spilling out, made physical,
a damp cheek.


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