An Uninvited Guest - when Rhymings Deep Disturb My Sleep

Creativity's a Blessing, and Fresh Ideas a Gift, Unless They Start Oppressing and Give One's Rest Short Shrift

"A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow."
Charlotte Brontë
(1816 - 1854)

I'm living in a hornet's nest;
I need to get my beauty rest.
A certain problematic pest
Has placed me under house arrest.

What might have been, and make-believe,
Beyond what minds may dare conceive,
Imaginings without reprieve
Have caused my ease to take its leave.

Creative musings, deepest thought,
Are leaving me downright distraught.
My eyes are teary and bloodshot;
To sleep and dream, nay, I cannot.

I need a pleasant, peaceful place,
A simple, sympathetic space,
Where I can find a change of pace.
Lord, that would be a saving grace.

Ideas appear, like unplanned callers,
Midnight interruptions, brawlers,
Stealing slumber, as free-fallers,
Counting sheep, instead of dollars.

I'll place a pad beside my bed
To jot the thoughts my mind has bred,
For inspiration, left unsaid,
To clear the clutter in my head.

'Tis then perhaps I'll dare to dream,
To calm my mind, my thoughts redeem.
Beneath the bright and fair moonbeam,
My soul shall rest in peace serene.