This is my feud...
This is my fight.
Many are my thoughts,
I hide from sight.
I show myself steady
but much remains unseen.
Ungreased are the cogs in my head.
Their teeth sharpened keen.
They eat and abrade.
Always turning, always grinding.
Results always made,
detrimental and unforgiving.
So think of me...
Not negligence maintained
and notions bought.
Think of my feud.
Let it be food for thought.