Jumping Conclusions

I'm at war with my mind

Trying to convince it

That nothing is wrong

Though all it does

Is jump from

Boiling vat to boiling vat

Of ill conceived conclusions

Based only on tidbits

That have seeped

Into the crevasses of my mind

And began to grow

Into weeds

Spurring

Negativity

Either your way

Or mine

Not allowing the peace of mind

That should be there

Silence makes them grow more

The not knowing

Is like rain and light to them

And so the conclusions

Jump

From boiling vat to boiling vat

Spreading unease

As they dribble onto the floor of my mind

I'm trying to ignore it

There is no need to pay attention

I know that everything

Will be ok

But I see those drops on the floor

I must clean it up

And then see the tidbits of doubts

And self loathing

Jumping between the vats

Make them stop!