Settle down little thoughts,
You have troubled me through another night.

You ran around endlessly screaming gibberish,
Worried about the next day we have to struggle through.

Like little children tugging on my brain
Poking, prodding,
Peeking around corners waiting to show themselves.
Laughing and playing innocently but I can't help but feel
mocked.

I am sick of playing hide and... surprise!
I am exhausted and you all are tearing down the only home you have to live in little by little.

My mind is turning to pebbles and dust
But the thoughts
just
won't
stop.