I’m not writing this these are not my words

I abandon their presence and twisted creeping

That strive to confuse my peaceful world

I push them aside and curse their seeping

In my happiness they come and attack

What right have they to change my pretty mood

Go you words leave me you’re not welcome back

Take your demonic tounge do not intrude

Run far your whispers and tugging from the dark

Make scarce your rhymes and your poems of dread

I absolve you your attempts at my heart

That tortured my mind until I finally fled

Words you have no standing it’s time to go

Leave me to this life the answer is no.

Margaret S. Morton / April 24, 2021