A Bothered Book
Started a new book today,
how many does that make
or rather should I say
how many does it take
to reveal and express
all those thoughts dancing in my head,
hidden yet unkept?
What vivid dreams
and wild imaginings arise
when the book and pen fiends
will satisfy this inner drive before it dies
to write in simple flowing rhyme
and freed verse upon the lines,
pondered than released?
Old texts, writings and poems
speak of good as well as bad,
of love and its blessings loaned
of what was happy or sad
of what is found or lost
everything I never had
with cost written in the books.
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