Hush Little Bells Poem by Hayley Lewis

Hush little bells; your euphoria is my insanity
Constant and deafening; you bleed me of thought
Shall I pluck the rose from my garden, and flatten it for my collection?
Answer me now!
It is rude to play ignorant at my expense
You will chime when I say you must
And always listen when I talk to you.

Sweet silence with my herbal fluid too hot yet for my lips
It gladdens my heart to sit and ponder awhile
Mrs Simmons has really let herself go
Don't you think?
Infuriating how you wander off and pay no mind to me
But I am not lonely
Stay away, it does not matter much.

You have not chimed in years now
All the questions I have asked and you have made no response
The silence hurts my mind
Does that seem strange to you?
How much I used to bid you hush
But I am not afraid
You will return when you have failed.

Time has been so long; perhaps I have forgotten you
It is not of consequence now though
For you have not been polished since I last rose
Some time indeed
Are you lonely as I am?
Without my patience the same
The doctor does that now, but it is not the same.