• brainwave18 5w

    An ugly thought

    A thought sprang up in my mind,
    I knew not of its origin,
    I shoved it back, as I was kind,
    Into the thoughtless prison.

    I coaxed it and pestered it,
    I squished it, time and again,
    Oh! But it had some grit,
    It sprang up from each pain!

    But I was too kind to do a sin,
    I subjected it to my flair,
    It retreated; with its kith and kin,
    I went blank, but I played fair.