Tried a rhyme

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Too loud are all these thoughts,
Inside my head that stay,
Music doesn’t calm them down,
Or anything that someone can say.
Warding them off, I’ve tried,
The knocking however, worsens each night,
I had been sticking to the door, tied,
All this time.
They are mighty, they are dark,
And yet no one cares to ask,
How I was bundling it all,
Each left and left me forlorn, yet appall.
Wouldn’t blame them though,
Probably I was at fault,
Was so busy guarding the door,
Never saw my life coming at a halt.
Believe me when I tell you,
It is a difficult place to be,
Holds you down, clutches you bad,
Lures you with productivity and doesn’t let you leave.