Trash

Little by little and lots by lots

I empty my head of terrible thoughts.

They’re worrisome, troublesome, tiresome too,

They’re garbage, they’re useless; if only I knew

Someway to rid them right out of this world,

So they’d no longer leave me a shell of a girl.

Instead of just leaving, they choose to remain

Like insidious lepers, like trash for my brain.

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About laurengowing

I read prose. I write prose. I don't really read poetry, but sometimes I write it.
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