Knowledge.

When I was at school, I knew too much.

I was born with a memory of things that may never have happened.

Later on I forgot a bunch of stuff: -

I rejected a large part of my knowledge.

Because it was unthinkable �"

You could NOT think about it or else you’d go crazy.

So, I left it behind.

The first time I moved, I left it behind.

I slept a whole lot better for a while.

Until I grew old and started to have nightmares.

Author's Note

shoot.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

It's always interesting to get a glimpse inside someone else's head. Of course we never really know how others think. In my case I developed symptoms of bipolar in my forties and that mental adventure was both scary and fascinating. You hint at things in your poem but without any detail. It would be fascinating to know what part of your knowledge was unthinkable a he then did it relate to the nightmares. Quite a few of my earlier writing was done in a manic state - e.g. Manicarus
Well done for sharing this personal account.I
All the best,
Alan

[JE Falcon]

Well, this is a kick in the britches! Love the metaphors. They are metaphors, Right? :)

[William Michael Reeves]

That was a powerful line ... I rejected a large part of my knowledge. We move about in our brains. Walking paths once, never to return. Some lead us in circles. Some paths lead to dreams that end in nightmares. Others dead ends. Thoughts to ponder, thanks for that.

Welcome to the cafe!

[Red Brick Keshner]

such a strong expression and over time through such brevity.