Poetry Puzzle.
Where do such words come from,
Wonder as I might.
swim round my head,down through my pen,
onto a paper white.
sometimes they flow so fast,
I'm searching out my pen,
To get them all on paper,
and here they come again.
could it be an active mind,
I question every verse,
A hidden spirit message,
A warning of the worst.
As I sit alone here,
Thoughts gushing through my mind,
For poetry a reason,
Thats very hard to find.
Has my mind been taken over,
And I am not aware,
Is this my thought on paper,
And spirit are not there.
Whichever is the reason,
I'm sure that it will keep,
Am I awake or dreaming
And drifting off to sleep.
Goodnight godbless.Brandy x |
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