Succumbed To Thinking Poem by Mark R Slaughter

I hence meandered aimlessly,
Bereft of any thought:
My mind as barren as could be,
Through mulling o’er naught.

But while in cherished moment
As I chilled through drifting air,
An epiphany, bright and suddenly
Did render all so clear.

I stopped and stood in rigid form
And pondered on this thought ‘till dawn:
Flustered state thence settled in
As face grew taught with tensioned skin.

Then out of poor chaotic brain -
Conditioned now to die insane -
A second epiphany struck so keen…
I’d succumbed to thinking – I simply hadn’t seen!