Fire inside, burning bright,
Raining outside, dark the night,
Children downstairs, Mother's puttering
While rain is gurgling down the guttering.
Streetlights stand with light a glimmer
From the kitchen comes the smell of dinner.
My mind is running away from me.
I think I need a pre frontal lobotomy.
Thoughts that are stuffed in every place,
Wedged in cracks or any empty space.
I need some time. Time to think
Or I may have to turn to drink.