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
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Thanks for the challenge Dean. It was interesting
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