Thoughts Live In The Darkness Where You Can’t See Them Coming

Overwhelming thoughts crowd the dark and silent room like drunken guests at an out-of-control party
Laughing.
Not at me, but it feels that way.
Loudly leaving their mess before vanishing, though their presence remains
The bitter aftertaste stinging my tongue and taking my body captive
Tying me to the bed in that dark room
I’m completely trapped
And sooner or later, I know the guests will return.