Self Intrusion

I host ideas for myself

almost always though

 eventually

intrusive thoughts they ruin me

I always know this yes

I am the host here for now

These ideas are just my guests, at the moment

This mind is my very own precious little prison

Role playing a bed and breakfast for myself

I entrap my own thoughts

and it becomes an emotional riot

only we can understand

   our emotional prison

where ideas are just "guests"

(awaiting sentence)

    from the host

 

 

in the middle of another f*****g riot

Author's Note

Reviews

[Dylan Macadham]

Yes, We are all alone, together, at the mercy of our thoughts.
Humor, and reversing Climate Change, our only hopes, I guess :)
Enjoyed your write! :)