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Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Overthinker, a poem by Abhinav Aradhi

 

Overthinker

He’s a weird little

Twisted up fool

Who’s caught up in nothing

But his own roaming thoughts.

 

And no one seems to care

About the things he’s obsessive about

But he continues to jabber to the air,

And plagues his mind with unnecessary burdens.

 

He gets wrapped around

In the threads of others lives

And is heartbroken when their novellas

Don’t go the way they glimmered in his dreams.

 

And he’s so entrapped in his mind

That he sees nothing but pink flesh and doubt

But he continues to slip around in the cerebrospinal

Thinking about people he’ll never meet.

 

He’s got a flair for the dramatic

That spikes up when he’s alone

And he mutters to himself like a maniac

Because otherwise he’d bubble up and

Explode.

 

And the cracked parts of his life

Seem ungodly to him

So he floats away on the clouds of the rest

Unaware of his little flotilla dissipating.

 

He feels betrayed when the people he follows

Online and in reality

End up becoming versions of themselves

He didn’t anticipate.

 

And the whole world seems to him

A frightening, horrific place

So he takes solace in escaping

Off to a psychotic space.

 

He gets high on imagination

Then falls flat on his face

Because no matter what he seems to think of

All the harshness never leaves.

 

A prisoner of his obsession,

He toils away in perpetual thinking.

 

Alone.

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