Intrusive like little ants they filter into my mind . . . .
Vague notions mostly reflections on the past,
Invasive ideas overrun my subconscious psyche
Like little bubbles they seep into my awareness
Fears emanating from these internal mental images
Trepidation spreading to the entirety of my being . . . .
As little ant hills evolve into huge peaks of angst.
This is superb! I applaud
This is superb! I applaud your use of the main metaphor and the way it swerves into the second metaphor ("bubbles") seamlessly. This is real talent!
Starward
Thank you
.
Ants are industrious little
Ants are industrious little buggers. good imagery here.
Thanks