In a Brown Study

A thought is ignored, what happens?

Does it deteriorate before its brethren?

Disappear, ousted by the rest.

Or reside and feed,

Craving dominance throughout its host.

Does the razor-sharp pang flash past?

Or linger, bubbling like a burn.

The mind’s keloid rises scabbily smooth.

Maybe it fades, suddenly rising as a phoenix

And fortifying from the flames

Or does it just wither as a purposeless enigma?