Wicked are the thoughts in my head!
Swirling and dangling
Filling me with dread
Wicked are the dreams that come each night!
Possibilities of suffering and crying
So useless in the fight
Wicked are the people who want to know me!
Wanting to know this wicked old soul
Stray from my sight, leave me to be
Wicked are the books that I’m reading
I process and learn them
But end up just cheating
Wicked are the things my tongue sprouts!
Profoundly worrying pits in the dark
So many words that shouldn’t come out
Wicked is the energy field I am carrying!
So heavy and thick only I seem to carry
Wicked, wicked lady is not for the taking
How I wish for a door, a door to walk through
A door that transforms me in one final swoop
Gone are the wicked thoughts in my brain
Ready and willing to start a new loop
About the Creator
Lily
Writer, Teacher Assistant, creator and believer in the law of attraction
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