Telepathy Poem by Reddly Raven

Consider for a second that in my lifetime,
I have CONFIRMED telepathy.
Now this may just be common knowledge.
Which means they were going to tell me if I didn't work it out,
or leave Dan in the dark.

Every morning,
Crows come to my house and expect something.
They expect something to reach out to them,
and entertain them.
Thoughts.

The last bastion of privacy,
the last place one can be alone and properly contemplate,
has been taken from me.

After I realized it exists,
after 'tests',
I tried not to think about some things.

Don't think of a white polar bear.
Ha.
Bet you have.
Once you try not to think of something,
It magnifies itself in your mind.

Now imagine everything you thought was broadcasted,
to an unknown amount of people.
Possibly even before you caught on.
All your life.

Then you try not to think embarrasing things.
So they form in your mind.
Then you try not to think worse things.
They form.
You try to stop thinking at all.
You end up thinking more than ever,
about things that would make any person
punch you in the face.

But you can't stop.
Because it's always.
As soon as you wake.
Maybe even dreams too.

Are people in dreams real?
Or are you just talking to a fake manifestation your brain is fueling and driving?
Then you remember all the times people in your dreams said things and laughed at things.
That might be your mind.
Your own mind.
Laughing at you.
Whom is driven by that same mind.
You brain fights itself.

Drives itself insane.
You become half alive.
You can't even function in public.
A shell of what you used to be.
A shadow.
A mockery of existence.

Congratulations.
You have a mental virus.

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30/04/2012
Dan K. Grosvold