"Silent Thinking"

Awarded Honorable Mention,
by World Of Poetry 01/31/91

Writen 12/02/91 by Norman King

Sleep alone with a silent dream,
not knowing where or when to scream.
Lost the picture, lost the focus,
maybe all it was is hocus pocus?

Searching for it high and low,
storm front brewing and winds will blow.
Got my umbrella, got my jacket,
it got out of control, couldn't hack it.

Down came the rain, cold as ice,
whatever it is, it can't be nice.
Air is full of mold and dust,
the metal parts have begun to rust.

How could I have been so blind,
maybe it was all a trick of the mind?
Have to be here, have to be there,
I just can't find rest anywhere.

So instead of going out drinking,
I just do some silent thinking.