General Poetry posted January 11, 2022

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A storm inside your head.


by The_Boy_Whodunnit

When yesterdays won’t go away 

Are memories just threads -

A thought with which our minds can stitch

A storm into our heads? 

The wind it plots to tie in knots

The groaning trees until

My crumbling mind is left resigned

And asking to be still.

As clouds begin to colour in

The sky - I’m now entwined

With thunder clouds that hunt in crowds

In my beginner’s mind.



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