Unthinkable

when you feel that
there is a subsumed
trouble, when you
have in mind a certain
doubt, like doubting
me and my existence,
like you have only
questions for all
the answers.
when you think that
the world will stop
revolving,
please try to
rest a while, these
things are
unthinkable.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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