Thought

Poetry

The man was silent for a moment,

His face drawn with confusion

Twisted in the ever forming question

That had sprouted in his existence

As he pondered his place in the universe

And the misfortune that could fall on his behalf

The strives he might make

And the kindness he could lack

It was a jumble of thought,

Curiosity,

And wonder

His head throbbed like the purring of thunder

Life was a mystery to this common soul

And he knew it wasn’t safe to say how old.

Author's Note

A poem

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Bravo...:)

[Moon-Child]

Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)