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.