The door creaks, my ears pique
They have come again
Those unruly, sinister men
Grieving, I sigh to myself
A day of peace, come nevermore;
Those unwanted guests arrive,
Demanding for attention
I struggle not to please
To the corner, I curl
This here is my comfort––
My own heat warming,
Myself in my embrace
Pestering fools! Naugthy and child-like
Whispering, screaming, telling me loudly
Words this chest aches to hear
And soon, I tear to the thoughts
Downpour comes,
Soon becomes heavy rain
To the heavens I look,
Do the gods grieve for me too?
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
The door creaks, my ears pique
They have come again
Those unruly, sinister men
Grieving, I sigh to myself
A day of peace, come nevermore;
Those unwanted guests arrive,
Demanding for attention
I struggle not to please
To the corner, I curl
This here is my comfort––
My own heat warming,
Myself in my embrace
Pestering fools! Naugthy and child-like
Whispering, screaming, telling me loudly
Words this chest aches to hear
And soon, I tear to the thoughts
Downpour comes,
Soon becomes heavy rain
To the heavens I look,
Do the gods grieve for me too?
A poem narrating the persona's everyday struggle with uncontrolled overthinking, comparing it to unwated guests.
