Poem: Purge of Thoughts

I need these thoughts out of my head

The more I try the more they come

I try to replace them

Flood them out

Drown them down

But they remain

Steadfast

My last hope is sleep

But it escapes me

Teases me

Is on the edge

At my door

And then steps aside

Please

I beg

I need these thoughts out of my head

 

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