Between day and night, choose fight or flight, hide out of sight, shield from the light.
Cocooned in our beds, words trapped in our heads, a poets mind is forming, ideas begin their swarming.
Not conforming
Lines deforming
Minds contorting
Rhymes consorting.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
Between day and night, choose fight or flight, hide out of sight, shield from the light.
Cocooned in our beds, words trapped in our heads, a poets mind is forming, ideas begin their swarming.
Not conforming
Lines deforming
Minds contorting
Rhymes consorting.
