Hive Of Thoughts
If thoughts were bees.
Just like a silly little singing bee,
Buzzing near my ear;
I swing to swat, things I wish I forgot that keeps me far from free.
They swarm, these thoughts that beg to be,
Because I keep their queen so near,
Just like a silly little singing bee.
My swatter’s launched, they flinch and dodge while I count from one to three.
Oh these blessed thoughts I fear,
As I swing to swat, things I wish I forgot that keeps me far from free.
There’s a steady hum as these thoughts fight to be free.
Their stingers ready, an attack is quite clear,
Just like a silly little singing bee.
With a sigh I let them consume me,
For each sting I shed one tear,
Still swatting the things I wish I forgot that keeps me far from free.
There are too many now so I prepare to flee,
This is all just too much to bear.
Just like a silly little singing bee,
I still swing to swat, the things I wish I forgot that keeps me far from free.
About the Creator
Julia Alfred
I am a born Dreamer leading an unbelievable life.Encountered people who match the villainous and heroic personas we read about in stories & done things I would surely do better.
A penny for my thoughts is worth it.
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Comments (1)
This was both poignant and very relatable. Loved your poem!