Babes of Thought
The children
in my head...upstairs
simply won't sleep
they have me pulling hairs
and ready to weep!
They defy my commands
and don't listen too well...
I can just wring my hands
and endure the hell!
They jump
from nerve to nerve
and slide upon my brain...
it's more torture
than I deserve
I feel as if I'm insane!
I've plugged my ears and hummed
as loud as I could hum you see...
but their bickering still drummed
and it gets the best of me!
Oh, I repent!
I repent!
For those thoughts
I thought before!
I do honestly resent
that they keep coming to the fore!
So...onto paper I pour
those thoughts I thought to think!
Washed from my mind
and dried in ink!
My thoughts to words
rein no more!
I've grounded them...
those wicked things...
the thoughts I thought all day!
Now the silent bell
of sweet peace rings...
and my wicked wicked babes
are locked away!
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