Unheard Thoughts

Like a comet

Racing through the dead of night,

Troubled mind inhibits sleep.

It shoots across the clear dark sky,

Good thoughts halt my wake.

Hurried, troubled….it never stops.

Dreams are sweet but all too short.

Nightmares last but rock your night.

Like me, you will never sleep.

Searching your inner self.

So far to go, will we ever stop?

Traces left of all we were…

I fear for us, when will it end,

Will we simply burn right out?

Coming to earth with an almighty bang,

or wake in time before we implode….and that will be that. 

© munster 2023
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