Worms in my head
I have worms in my head, That are eating up All the thoughts I could have had. The worms creep up every night Asking to be fed on Anything in sight. So far they have eaten A picture of a kitten, Two unwritten poems, a story I just read, the plans I last made, And the memories that used to keep me awake. Every thought I held hostage , They found it and ate. Its not that I am afraid, For I still have Lots of things to trade. Yet I wonder when did I turn so meek, to let them sneak into my head , Couldn't they have fed on some bread? I guess not , that is why , I have worms in my head That are eating up All the thoughts I could have had .