Unthinkable

  
It’s when I think of the unthinkable,
I bleed from pen’s excruciating rhyme.  
I dare not staunch the flow, unsinkable,  
A darkness I release in measured time.  
   
To why I dream by day, express by night,  
It’s when I think of the unthinkable.  
I hear a drone of locust in their flight,  
I’m on a chase that’s inescapeable.  
   
To have a passion so unshakable,  
I think if I am cursed I’m also blessed.  
It’s when I think of the unthinkable,  
A normal life denied when I’m obsessed.  
   
The images that haunt, immortalized,
A blooded sport that’s undeniable.
Yet with strong-willed intent I still imbibe,
It’s when I think of the unthinkable.