Falling words
Across my mind thoughts race
To vanish without a trace
In the quiet of night
As I sit here and write
My phone gives me light
The world outside starts to fade
Into my imagination I start to wade
In my head so many a word
Wishing only to be heard
They shout
Let me out
I want to be a word
That finally gets heard
From my mind they race
To fall into place
Over this screen of white
On which I write
A poem or a song
Never takes to long
When your a word
Wishing to be heard
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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