Ramblings Of An Unquiet Mind

The ignored logic of light in the dark

The clock ticks loud, a hammer on the night,
But silence offers no reprieve or rest.
A thousand phantom thoughts ignite the light,
A fractured mosaic in a troubled breast.

They leap like sparks from an unseen dark fire,
The "what ifs," the "should haves," and the "never was,"
A chorus rising, higher, ever higher,
Ignoring logic, heedless of the cause.

The ledger of the day, unspooled and read,
Each awkward word, each glance misconstrued;
A tapestry of things that were unsaid,
With worries for the morrow close pursued.

I pace the borders of a tired brain,
Where yesterday is vivid, future vast,
A phantom traveler on a restless train,
Too fast to catch, too deep to be surpassed.

Oh, to find the anchor, the still, quiet shore,
Where every thought dissolves into the air.
But the mind is a wild sea, and all I explore
Are wave-tossed fragments of perpetual care.