Worms

Talk about a can of worms!
these things inside my head
charging about like winter storms
all my pleasant memories have fled
as if fading strains from a distant violin
nothing other than echoes remain
when these worms start their crawlin’
all that’s left is a head filled with pain

Come out from there you horrid thoughts!
find another vacant space to occupy
before I take this gun I hold in my hand
and wish you all goodbye!!!

5 thoughts on “Worms

  1. Dislike the pain, hurt, and despair and hope that lasting peace was found. The poem is excellently crafted. I can feel the pain, hurt and torment. *hugs*

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