Archive for March 17, 2012

On a heavy thought

This thought weighs heavily on my shoulder,
won’t be discouraged, comes as he pleases,
staring at me, as one dominant cat.
I didn’t invite him into my house.
He is the chip that won’t leave, won’t learn tricks.
When I sleep, he waits, green eyes in the dark.
But now I found a way to find peace:
Twice a day I feed him with poisoned mice.

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