Uninvitedd

thoughts and more thoughts

They won’t come.

I invited them in.

But they won’t ever come

not when I want them to.

it’s too exhausting

I don’t want to spend time

time is my heart andn my heart thas  no more room for them

them and their slick ways

the way the chuckle and trickle on my face

I swallow them instead

I swallow and hide behind safe places to-

Furrowing brows now I wish I had let them come

I wish I had placed out the mat

because they will come

I try to stop them

I hold my breath

I bite my lip

my tongue

but no, they will come

They will come with a vengeance,

with a smirk

with a lie.

And I always believe them.

I let them in

But now, even now,

I can’t

I refuse

Time is energy is my heart

is too full for them.

But I should’ve known.

They never knock.

Here they come.

Reviews

[Brent]

We can't suppress our thoughts. They'll end up popping up some way or another. I've found that it's better to acknowledge our ideas, whether good or bad, and then consider the consequences of our actions. Your poem discusses how we can try our hardest to keep out these uninvited guests, but they'll come one way or another.

[e.renoldi]

Yes, it is a constant struggle- thanks for your comment Brent!