Intrusive Thoughts
A day so fine, no ills on my mind,
then it's late and angst lays me down
those rude intrusive thoughts
those bruising, bad night thoughts
They come at night, enter my head,
when out the light and prone in bed.
Lay me down with my brain's views
and intrusive soon fiddles my pillow.
Nighty, my sane fights madness
that night covets as a faved toy.
My good is erased, my sleep chased
when in bed dread slaps my face.
those rude intrusive thoughts
those bruising, bad night thoughts
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