The warbling melody is in my head
I cannot get it out
I try and try to overwhelm it with thoughts
Other thoughts, any thought
Any diversion capable of getting it out of my head
Yet it plays on continuously
Nagging me pushing me driving me
As though it knew all along
That I was soft as melted butter
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
I See Through
ПоезіяPoetic musings of Barry Tudor on life and introspection. A journey of a motorcycling American poet lost in the midst of his own country. Hellish past. Glorious present.
