Thoughts

Posted: November 13, 2013 in Poems
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So severe were those hours
Dissecting all I said and all I did.
Attaching motive to every word I uttered,
Making a demon out of all my deeds.

Morning is again getting beautiful.
With fewer thoughts floating,
of the hours gone by.
Thoughts that at times just spill over.
But thoughts that always are at peril,
of being taken too seriously.

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