Lapses

by flammeusgladius

Lapses

 

 

Disturbing lapses of the brain
torment me now that I am old.
What soul must know, skull can’t contain.

It seems my labor’s all in vain.
It seems my vast reserves are sold.
Disturbing lapses of the brain

come quick as sudden summer rain.
My misery cannot be told.
What soul must know, skull can’t contain.

What I must do, I can’t explain.
I have made lead of youthful gold.
Disturbing lapses of the brain

now give me pause: am I still sane?
The emptiness is deep and cold.
What soul must know, skull can’t contain.

My own perceptions are my bane.
My cells are silent when they’re polled.
Disturbing lapses of the brain?
What soul must know, skull can’t contain.

 

 

–Tom Riley

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