Drench This Sheet Again
As I write, the pen trembles,
Mumbles my mind's verdicts.
Upon my thoughts, it stumbles,
Claims my Ideas are convicts.
As I imagine, my soul I bribe,
And hire it to channel my visions
with ease.
By tides, I'm swayed, away from my
tribe,
While the pen keeps teasing, the
scribe's calm seas.
Extinct notions, the imagination
weaves,
To drape a cloak o'er pessimist eyes.
Like droughts to thirsty drops,
relieves,
Reveals us glimpses of skies.
Eyelids umbrellas, eyes, the clouds,
My hands like napkins, soak the rain.
While heart perspires, yet drips
aloud,
Enough to drench this sheet again...
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