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!