Marnie

By smokejack

Fri, 23 May 2025
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Inside your head

Is an unmade bed

You close the blinds

And search your mind

Inside your head

You’re well read

You have all the answers

And your thoughts are tiny dancers

Inside your head

The finest thread

Wraps around you

Like a queue

Inside your head

The things you dread

Are haunting you

No one gets through

Inside your head

Your eyes see red

As the tears fall

Down the brick wall

Inside your head

You wish you were dead

But life says no

So please don’t go

©JMN May2025

Certificate U
Poem

Comments

Submitted by D G Moody on

Just Connect.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Jessiibear on

What Dougie said. First two lines echoed so hard I had to stop and sit with it.

It speaks of quiet spirals and half-closed blinds. Thank you for writing this. I felt seen.

Jess