A Murder of Intrusive Thoughts

Poem for the March Madness Write Club Prompt

By Leslie WritesPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

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I think in crooked pictures

I speak in mangled words

My mind is like an ugly nest of birds

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They squawk when they’re angry

They crow when they’re scared

And in their chaos I’m ensnared

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They don’t respond to reason

They can’t discern a fact

It’s by primitive instincts they react

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I may ignore their antics

I might placate them with drugs

Yet they brood like filthy wigged bugs

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Some may fly away

But soon they’ll come back here

No therapy will make them disappear

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I never get a moment's rest

With these thoughts that fly around

I suppose I’ll do their bidding on the ground

Another struggling millennial. Writing is my creative outlet and stress reliever.

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