Mental Over Physical

She and I were in a room.

She was in one corner and I was in another.

No words were moving between us.

Just a deep silence but nothing was there.

I didn’t know what she was thinking.

But I was imagining a train wobbling into a tunnel.


Many days have passed-by since that day.

Many shes have I encountered.

Still I have neither broken the silence nor narrowed the distance.

But with them intimate have I become

In my mind.


Every now and then I question myself.

Is it cowardice that stops me from going physical?

Am I a crazy with an outlandish obsession?

Have I chosen fantasy over reality, for the reality is unknown?


Questions are more, answers none.

But sometimes I feel

I may have decided to go mental over physical.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

My wise grandfather taught me. Better to hold silence then fall to violence. Words and actions can change a life. A wise person try to forget and move on. I like the description. I know in real life. Hard to control temper and voice. I like the positive ending to the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Blacke Hennessey]

lol love the end 'am I crazy with an outlandish obsession?...I may have decided to go mental over physical'