GUILTY PLEASURE
Skimming words across the surface like rocks across a pond
Seeing how the elements clash and how they eventually bond
Watching them hop along as they catch the resistance of water
Keenly observing the developing patterns like a trusty old weather spotter
I feel the rush as a storyline begins to form on my mind’s forefront
Now the chase is on and my thoughts are engaged in a wild hunt
Words swirling and dropping down like tornados out of the cloud
Lightening flashes brightly while the thunder crashes down loud
This is my therapy session, my distraction, my happy place
Letting my thoughts spawn into verse and falling on to open white space
Oh I have other vices too, but this one leaves no bitter consequence
Only a source of pleasure to my painfully aware cognizance
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Comments2
what a lovely piece.
loved the metaphor and great imagery, throughout
such a relatable read, thanks for sharing
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