Like a swan
With a pen
Or a Caterpillar
With wings
I write
Hoping to find
An insight
Into my mind
No questions
Or answers
Like a headless dancer
I lose my feet
Unable to hear the music
Or its beat
Forgotten how
To describe the scribe
And the scribblings
Like fading graffiti
Graphite scrawls
On aimless walls
No thrill
With the quill
Etched memories
Of a soluble bitter pill
That now lies dormant
Still
The sun greets the new day
As the Earth spins itself
Into disarray
Singing
It's own
Swansong

by Jemia