Menagerie!

Menagerie!

My thoughts unspoken
lie bloody and broken.
On the tapestry of my life.
As I lie there in bed
they spew from my head
as I sulk, on a dark, damp night.
It’s always the same
the faces and the names
pushing them down deep inside.
For if I allow it
a spark may ignite,
leaving me fit to be tied.
And so I concede
that it’s not them, but me
that’s suddenly gone awry!