The Garage Sale In My Brain

A short revelation about the value of thoughts.

An inner shout!

Inside my head I feel the pain of redundantsy

Walls painted in grey

echoes of past thoughts delude my present

Is there nothing new?

Is my brain a miniature Goodwill store?

A garage sale of marked down trifles?

Why do so many thoughts sit on the nickel table?

Why does no-one buy?

So many graisers...

Leaving fingerprints, on my valuables!

That one is a bargain, I say.

That thought is one of my best!

Will you take a quarter? They reply.

as they rape and pillage my mind.

Get out of my head.

You people with no sence of value!

You should offer much more!

These are my thoughts!

I nurtured them since they were small.

I watered them!

And I saved them from the winters cold!

My thoughts are of value.

They are worth more than the finest jewellery.

Why do you offer but a pittance?

Do you not know an original thought when you see it?

They touch my thoughts

And sometimes they smile

and sometimes they laugh

and sometimes I cry

but they never know.

Because my brain wears dark glasses.