Intrusive Thoughts

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Pick A Title Volume 52 / Edward Ibeth

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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Victor Buhagiar

Date: 6/11/2025 9:06:00 PM

I used to have them, but now no longer. My wife was very caring. An introspective poem.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/11/2025 7:42:00 PM

Totally resonant, CayCay. Totally. ~ Lights Out

Paige Hind

Date: 6/11/2025 6:07:00 PM

Deep, I liked the refrain...those rude intrusive thoughts those bruising, bad night thoughts" added to the feel of this

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/11/2025 1:00:00 PM

that pillow line is so cool, Caycay. And dread slapping your face. so funny. I HATE the dread feeling. I get it every morning if I wake up too early. I simply cannot go back to sleep knowing I only have an hour to go until work, and by then, i've used my quota of temazapan. Ugggg Insomnia sucks.

Mike Gentile

Date: 6/11/2025 12:53:00 PM

Cay Cay, you have perfectly captured what often happens to me as well! I love the line " And intrusive soon fiddles my pillow" I am sure that many can relate!! Happy Wednesday xxoo

Ricky Muse

Date: 6/11/2025 10:36:00 AM

The opening line hooked me. I am a sucker for interior rhymes. Thanks for sharing..............peace!

Anne Winter

Date: 6/11/2025 8:09:00 AM

Dear CayCay, this poem explains the pain that comes with anxiety and overthinking. It's always in the night when these thoughts come to the doorstep of the mind and knock loudly. Nicely penned! Best, Anne

Yellow Rose

Date: 6/11/2025 4:54:00 AM

oh, those intrusive thoughts. I can keep them at bay during the day as long as I'm busy, but my subconscious and its dreams persist! like it!