Stark raving mad her sadness
At having to please and oblige others
In matters of wanting to do
In wanting to write
Or be an author
It's absurd to think of another
Let no one ask their neighbour
"I want to hear the words breathe
Their breath here my soul to live
Further on than where it should
Let my ink flow till I feel no more
Dusky skies peek out the door
Shadows wane past evening tide
Darkness floods and still I write"
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
Stark raving mad her sadness
At having to please and oblige others
In matters of wanting to do
In wanting to write
Or be an author
It's absurd to think of another
Let no one ask their neighbour
"I want to hear the words breathe
Their breath here my soul to live
Further on than where it should
Let my ink flow till I feel no more
Dusky skies peek out the door
Shadows wane past evening tide
Darkness floods and still I write"
