Epitaph

I don’t write down thoughts
I store them all up here
Till one builds on another,
Grasping and pushing for space
Within the cacophony of my conscience
And I’ve long forgotten when one concept finishes and
where the next
Begins to claim ground.

In moments of darkness
I realise
That the shadows cast
Are my life’s attempt to hold onto
Some semblance of rationality
of something
or someone
that cannot be explained at all;

Merely revealed