Plays On the Mind

 

Whenever you say nothing

My mind seeks to fill in the blanks,

And of course, goes to the most

Negative possibilities there could be.

 

Have to, with much effort, stop it

From spiralling into the worst

Of scenarios my imagination

Can spring up to speculate on.

 

Not sure why I'm so insecure

When you have nothing to say.

But whenever this happens,

It relentlessly plays on my mind.

 





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Written on 2024-07-12 at 22:43

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
For IB M . As for those negative thoughts......
Just to let you know your not alone,
There's a host of writers on poetbay.
That thank you for your excellent work on poetbay,
Your always in our hearts thanks for being you.
Plus it's nice to see a photo of you.
Many hugs and kisses from an old friend,
Regards Alan
2024-07-14



oui, les blancs dans la tête, les silences sans inspiration sont comme des courant d'air
2024-07-13


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely written.
2024-07-13


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Welcome to PoetBay, friend.

Your poem describes insecurity precisely. But such insecurity can sometimes be insidiously introduced into a relationship by the other partner, and not obvious at all in other walks of life. Sometimes this is abuse. I've experienced this.

A good write.

Blessings, Allen
2024-07-13