Titleless Poem

Invaders of Mind

Can’t keep mine shut.

Snakes visit nightly - but,

though far behind,

intrude, unkind,

and perforate my head.

Can one escape this thread?

Make noxious heartstrings end?



Anguish, old,

it will not cease…

Comes knocking endlessly.

But, behold,

afield is peace:

Sown seeds there thrive for me!