Once upon a bedtime

At the stroke of twilight,i laid on my bed,
all the words to speak but nothing was said,
nothing was said for it was all in my head,
this head of mine that was so full of dread,
my dreaded head that laid on this bed,
my body shaked like it wanted to be lead,
but where shall i lead it? If those words could be said,
to the basement,or the roof,or perhaps to the shed?,
that too filled this head with such a daunting dread,
but then i heard a voice that spoke softly in my head,
i had listened closely,to hear what it said,
i stilled my breath but a moment,while i laid on my bed,
then i heard the truth that would end all this dread,
so my body leaped up & away was i led,
it was only my belly,
that needed to be fed.



-Chris Parsley