Nov 2012
I find myself obsessed
pouring out these thoughts endlessly
newly inspired
oh my, I cannot stop
even in dreams my mind spins these words like silk
will I go insane
become these words pouring endlessly from my soul
lose my body completely
forever be trapped in a dream
where words are my master
and I its puppet
pouring out these thoughts endlessly
newly inspired
oh my, I cannot stop
even in dreams my mind spins these words like silk
will I go insane
become these words pouring endlessly from my soul
lose my body completely
forever be trapped in a dream
where words are my master
and I its puppet
Dedicated to all those poets who find nights where they cannot stop writing. Every thought that crosses the mind must be put into the form of a poem. Beautiful yet cruel.
