Too much thinking is bad for my brain—
It is a disease that consumes me, the bane
To my being—the cause of the bashfulness
I am feeling. Thoughts and reasons,
Rumination and erring is what I am deeming
The ill will that airs to me—takes hold
In the dark and speaks in a tongue I cannot
Comprehend—surely it must mean my
Mind is too tiny to understand the pitiful
Paradigms which must be so… I am so
Afraid to step, I tend to omit the opulent
Aching which starts as a chill and meanders
Down past my toes—Woe for wisdom,
As it is the worst of luck—too many ideas
Are bad for my health, they swim in my
Head and never seem to get let out.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com
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