Words Keep Coming
Words keep coming,
some even ha I sleep.
I take the paper and the pen,
then tattoo up the sheet.
Given to it purpose,
something to be seen.
And has a poet share with all,
my misery and dreams.
Shareing things inside my heart,
with all the world to see,
The word they just keep coming,
for everyone to read.
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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