AN EMPTY MIND
An empty mind; oh, what is that,
A shapeless recess in a hat.
What is a mind that cannot think?
'Tis like an eye that cannot wink!
I've lived those times; tormented thought
That in our psyches are ever caught,
Invading the recesses of the mind,
With nagging thoughts so unkind.
They trouble me that I can't sleep,
For their foul roots go very deep,
Aggravating the blossoms of my soul,
As though without them I'm not whole.
I guess I know what it is you say,
But No my friend, they'll not go away.