Thoughts
This invisible being has come
alive inside my mind
She roams freely
thoughts and me entwined
Tossing and turning
she puts me into a bind
Looking for things that she can find
I’ll give her this, she’s behind
my poetry, this mastermind
She refuses to lift a finger
And often springs to mind
And at times she’s certainly not too kind
She has feelings which she often ties
around my neck like a noose
And takes offence, if I don’t think
And sulks when I refuse
I dare not falter, she has a short fuse!
6.6.2021
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Contest: The poet’s hands are tied
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2021
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