Lines
The lines
Inside my head
Spinning
Swirling, curling
Round my brain
Somehow
Find the path
Come winding
Down my arm into my hand
And pop upon the
Paper, canvas,
Glass…
I let them flow
They flow so fast
Words, images,
Visions
Take me down roads
And paths to where I have
Never been;
Create worlds
Within worlds
These lines release my pain;
Oh, such peace
These lines contain.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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