My Thoughts and I

Few thoughts walked down the isle,

Numbed by agony and beguile.
Bruised a few times and other times  slain,
Frivolous a few times and other times sane.

Wandering across my mind with feign,
Down pouring vengeance like rain,
Wondering what do they want to attain….
Prayed to them for an idyllic explain…

Said one with outmost disdain…
Nurturing us for your avaricious gain…
Our abstinence would make you vain…
Nevertheless you are molding us mundane….
Devoid of reverence or ordain.

Unfair was their row of accusations inane…
Shoved them away, tenacious to refrain….
Now thoughtless am I, unable to ingrain…
I have become Dumb not purely insane….:)

CCK