The Thought

The Thought

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

This poem certainly isn't my best nor my favorite. But, obviously I posted anyway.

Reviews

[GeminiRa]

Life was a mystery to this common soul...now that's a quote that hits hard. Wonderful work.

[Mysticaleyeball0]

Thank you,