Monday, December 2, 2013

Cacophony of Thought


The wanderer lost in the fog
stops to rest
Beleaguered and besieged by endless images and droning voices,
the mind groans under a cacophony of thought
Where is that beacon to safe harbor?
That one candle in the night to
light the way home?
Even the strongest storm knows calm at its center
 and a pale weak sun in the dead of winter,
dim and lacking real warmth
is preferable to the dark corridors of the self-consuming mind 
-TheMinstrel