10:33 PM

I named him Jeremiah, after the song

After so long chasing in the yard I held him in both hands

Because he had a name I started making plans as I walked up the stairs

The name he bears made me smile, the back porch felt like a mile

Just as I was instructed, I brought him in for all to see

He walked up to me and had a look at it in my hands

He knew my plans, he saw them in my child eyes

To my surprise he created a calamity

It was vanity made me cry

Jeremiah, like he was made of bombs, covered the walls

The fight spilled in the halls

The calls to stop came from all around

Lower to the ground I shrunk as my rage grew

I knew not why

It was vanity made me cry

How my plans could be so important made no sense

Pulled from the tense moment to a drawn bath

The wrath was incomparable to anything within reason

Search for a reason on the edge of the tub

My back she did rub but couldn't quell the deep

The anger I keep, the fist that I shook

I took a moment to breathe because I could not speak

My eyes did peak open tearing of sheets I could hear

Covered in tears I laughed for a delirious minute

Noticed I wasn't in it, but Jeremiah is still all over the walls