Nighttime
The fan that runs beside me is to keep the quiet down
Thoughts come an invade me when my feet are off the ground
The cat purrs lightly
The clocks ticks precisely
Straining to hear nothing
To avoid my mind discussing
Silence is not deafening
Your real thoughts are threatening
There are no bumps in the night
Just unwanted hindsight
Trapped with your mind, no escape
Your life appears on video tape
Don't think about this, don't think about that
Imagine nothing, only black
Slowly your mind will stop the scan
It finally kicks in, your clonazepam
August 2, 2016
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Copyright © Tanis Troutman | Year Posted 2016
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