My pen once again spill words
On an empty page
Lavishly exposing emotion
From the depths of my belly
Deep in my veins
An explosion of thoughts rush to
Escape me
Hurry my fingers
Keep up with the brain
Stop this fountain of madness
From closing
Don't read what you write
Don't write what you read
It will flow as intended to be
And when my pen stops
The tablet shall close
As a sigh of relief engulfs me
Ah, sleep surely will find peace
Tonight
For the bowels of the beast
Have been emptied
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teardrop (
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I find that writing can have that effect, sadly sometimes it does not last long enough, hope you have a good day, well written piece
Thank you my friend for the read. You have a wonderful day as well!
You are very welcome
Me being daft -well, stand in the opposite direction if s...omething is hitting the fan! heehee.
Thank you for reading I really appreciate it.
Wow so much to unpack here.Some sadness some panic and some dependence on sleep.Better days ahead I hope
hi David, thank you a lot for the read.
Good advice to the writter and well spoken in flowing poetic words. Nicely done
Thank you for the read and input, I really appreciate ut,
Yes, writing is cathartic and can be a source of peace, even if only fleetingly so...which is why we keep writing, no? I very much relate to this. Wonderful job, my friend! 🌹👏 Faved.
Good morning Tristan, Yes, writing is my stress relief and often if I don't quickly write the words, it becomes a poem never written. Again, thank you for reading me
Always, my friend! Glad to! Enjoy your morning and day.
Great flow
I can only belly laugh
When I let go
So.....!
LOL...loved your reply. Thank you for reading me.
Got to get those thoughts down and the mind cleared before we can contemplate sleep. That’s what the writer has to do. Empty the bowels of the mind. I like that. I just wish my muse would flood my mind with more inspiration. Enjoyed reading you teardrop.
Good morning Cassie, thank you for the read. Yes, a lot of times if I don't quickly write the words as they come to me, it becomes a poem never written. Hope you have a wonderful day,
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