Evening Poems: Nest

~ Brooke F.

I wish my brain would let me rest 

But instead its such a pest 

In my mind, it weaves a nest 

Threads of lies and old regrets.  

I pray to God this is a test 

Unwelcomed thoughts only a guest. 

A temporary, void distress. 

And not a permanent life long unrest.  

All these fears I have confessed. 

Yet I must act as if I’m blessed. 

Even if this weight I’ll detest. 

A burden to bear at his request.  

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Published by Brooke F.

I’m a college student who has unrealistic dreams of being a famous authoress who writes mystery novels. Either that or a goblin... haven't decided which. I live on a farm up on a hilltop where the wind likes to mess up my hair and the trees sway poetically in the wind.

3 thoughts on “Evening Poems: Nest”

    1. You’re so kind! Certain ones definitely flow better than others, and for every “good” poem is about ten bad ones so I definitely think anyone can rhyme and structure a good poem with practice!

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