During the course of my thoughts
A friend I thought I forgot
Sent me a portal of sorts
And I thought, why don’t I give it a shot.
Brilliant, it seemed to me,
Writings as far as I could see,
Scribbled in black on white,
Peaceful and soulful, like birds in flight.
May I enter, I asked, polite,
You may, but you may not, it proposed.
Why, I asked, with a frown upon my delight
You may, it said, but a poem you should have composed.
Flabbergasted, I sit down,
On the brink of utter sadness.
Thinking to my sulking self
What the hell do I write? This is madness!
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
During the course of my thoughts
A friend I thought I forgot
Sent me a portal of sorts
And I thought, why don’t I give it a shot.
Brilliant, it seemed to me,
Writings as far as I could see,
Scribbled in black on white,
Peaceful and soulful, like birds in flight.
May I enter, I asked, polite,
You may, but you may not, it proposed.
Why, I asked, with a frown upon my delight
You may, it said, but a poem you should have composed.
Flabbergasted, I sit down,
On the brink of utter sadness.
Thinking to my sulking self
What the hell do I write? This is madness!