The Thought

I walk beneath a cloudless sky
When there pops up a thought,
And, in the twinkling of an eye,
My mind becomes distraught.

I can’t believe the things I’ve done,
Much less the ones I’ve said,
And, on and on, the thought is spun
Till it has filled my head.

And then I’m glad that I’m alone,
So no one else can see;
I dash my brains out on a stone
And tear a strip off me.

To think of all the damage wrought
By no more than a single thought.

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