There are thoughts that live in your head — Rent free.
Then there are those that have stolen in Taken the deed to the place Smashed all the defenses And made you pay; In regret In shame In mental pain And with that currency, they thrive
And rent out the place to others So that the feeling grows and you’re drowning Sinking Smothered in gray imaginings until your head hits that pillow and for a few blissful hours, you’re content
You’re free — Only to wake up and do it all over again.
