Dark Thoughts

Poem

Dark thoughts


Riding home from gaming,
We pass a truck on the expressway,
And the thought comes,
“What if I yank the wheel so the truck hits us?”

And I wonder about 
The well of dark thoughts
That this came from.
And I slam the door 
To the well of dark thoughts.
	
I’m visiting my sister on the fifth floor.
I step out on the balcony to help grill,
And I get nervous about the height.
I tell people I’m afraid of heights,
And they all assume I’m afraid to fall.

But the well of dark thoughts 
Opens again and whispers,
“No, you’re afraid you’ll jump!”
And again I slam the door 
to the well of dark thoughts,
But not before an evil laugh escapes.

And I see a beautiful, sexy woman,
Walking ahead of me on the street,
And as she passes a dark alley,
The well of dark thoughts opens again.

And even before 
The half-formed thought
Has a chance to escape,
I slam the door 
to the well of dark thoughts shut.

What is this well that delights in
Presenting me with such dark thoughts?
Is it the id, the subconscious
That only wants and cares nothing 
For the consequences?
Or is it the evil that lives in us all.

It doesn’t matter,
As long as I keep the lid 
To the well of dark thoughts shut.