Those roots spread
From a pulsing portion of my brain
Fuelled by thoughts
Knowing but unchecked
Repressed yet irreppresible
Piercing, but not into consciousness.

Should I have been more probing?
Searched deeper into mind?
Meditated on prickling doubts?
Stopped to **** these thoughts out?

Instead, I ignored their presence
Pushed through another day
Another week and month
Till, suddenly, 
My mind tripped on the undergrowth.