The words
When dreams won’t let you sleep
Close my eyes
Hide from the world
Drift away
Then the words
Up from the depths
Shove them aside
Close the door
They come knocking
Give in and write
Scattershot phrases
Few rhymes, little reason
Take them from the wilds
Cage them in pages
Pencils down
Close my eyes
Lock away the world
Drift away
Then the words
Earworms burrow out
From some deep core
Seeds of truth and lies
Both make great stories
Trap them in a moleskin bag
Tie with a silken string
Toss it in the nightstand
Close my eyes
Put away these worlds
Drift away
Then the words
About the Creator
Shaun Walters
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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