adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, November 16, 2008

IGNORE

If I ignore the world
might it go away?
Could I sleep through the dawn
and so deny the day?
Here shall I lie, curled,
in my own cocoon,
until all else is gone
and I hear my own tune.

If I ignore tomorrow
might it never come?
Each time I add my days
I reach a different sum,
and so find I must borrow
another piece of time --
a loan no one repays,
another petty crime.

If I ignore the lies
might that make them true?
All evidence now mocks
everything I knew.
Any knot unties
yet it still may bind;
every door unlocks
but who knows what we'll find?

Stephen Brooke ©2008

feel free to 'ignore' this mediocrity of a poem

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