The Overthinker

Classic,

I overthink

From every angle

Am I close to the answers?

Or the brink

Ah see this is

But another

Question.

The next unresolved line

On which I shall

Mull and ponder till

The voices get too loud

And the thoughts too heavy

And the heartaches too much

Till I crack and beg for silence

From the what if’s

Cursed

Be the thinker

The one who is never satisfied

With not knowing

Or simple replies

Or common placations

The embodiment

Of constant thought

Held in tight shoulders,

Wrinkled brow

And daily anxiety.

Only in solitude

When the world ceases to invade

Only when the clamoring for

More, More MORE

Stops

The demands of the mind release

And again silence reigns

Will the unanswered leave

And peace hold.

~Birdie