Intrusive Thoughts.

Little note I jotted down the other night turned into this today. Neat.

I’m climbin’, I’m clawin’,
I’m questionin’
why I’m cryin’
over my decision
to climb this low-incline
stairway to a peak
of a mountain top
I still can’t see
through these stars in my eyes
and the shade thrown my way
by a silent minority
that don’t want to hear
another success story,
the way the heartbroken
jilted lovers and one-night stands
all sayin’
they’re tired of love songs.

Intrusive Thoughts. Steve Arviso. 2019.

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