Night Thoughts
A day so fine, no ill in mind,
A day spent free, nothing haunting me.
Now, I lay me down. They come around.
Those bad night thoughts, those night bad thoughts –
Spin off devil’s carousel to show me twisted hell.
They come at night. They enter my head
When out the light and covered in bed.
Lay down content, then it is spent;
With such darkness my good is bent.
I fight fear’s madness to keep my joy
That bedtime covets like a favorite toy.
Good is erased, my sleep chased
When in bed sorrow hits my face,
Grows in my head, clutches my heart,
Heaves my chest, steals my breathe,
And stabs fear in nameless tears.
The devil seems fit to test my grit
More and more the older I get.
He speeds his carousel to grow fears well.
It is a night battle I thus far handle,
But remain unable to totally dismantle.
Come morn, come internal joy.
Come night, come devil’s decoy.
... CayCay Jennings
11-11-15
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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