Thoughts streaming through my mind Sounding like cats claws on a chalk board Try as I might, I couldn’t make sense of anything I had a free ticket for a weekend spa I think about it was the best I could do I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head By rights, I should have gone to the doctor last week Nothing I take does any good I open the window to let a moth out Wishing I could fly along side They say the mind seeks its own comfort A lame thought from someone’s mind Second-hand thoughts rush to join the others In the daily grind of what to do If I were to fray completely, would I vanish? Could I find that sheen, the old sparkle That carried my name, in time to save me.
© Anita Dawes 2021
4 thoughts on “The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 519 ~ #Poetry”
These are universal feelings, Anita. I did laugh out loud at the line “They say the mind seeks its own comfort. A lame thought from someone’s mind.” The mind never seeks its own comfort. When the mind thinks it is comfortable it goes out to look for more discomfort.
That not very positive, John… of course, it does depend on the individual…
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That is so powerful! And I recognize the feelings. Take good care of you. Hugs on the wing.