Isobel Grenwood

March 2006 - England

My thoughts are on the floor

My thoughts they fell
Out of my head
Onto the floor
And I'm not sure
What to do
Now that my thoughts are on the floor
And when I opened the door
And everyone saw
They gasped and ran
In fear
So I joined my thoughts
On the floor
I thought there would be more
Of my thoughts on the floor
And it feels like such a chore
To pick my thoughts up from the floor
On which I lay
In silence
My head empty
My thoughts on the floor
Like rubbish
Discarded
But I pick them up
And put them back
Although I know tomorrow
My thoughts will be on the floor
Once more.
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