I feel the urge to write,
The words are buzzing round my brain –
What’s that? A fly,
Intruding on my train of thought.
Out, out damn fly…
Leave, I say, you ought
To be ashamed
To butt into my mind.
The words are gone,
Atrophied at their point of birth,
And you have won, or think you have…
SPLAT! Take that!
©Denise G Allen, 04 March 2013 13:42