The Mind of a Poet
I wish to be locked away for an hour, a moment, or maybe a day
There I will fiddle with my expressions
Of tomorrows early regressions
Perpetuating my addiction to the paper and pen
Here I denounce my inner self, and then
May my twirling thoughts come to me now?
Like a an insane poet
That word will come to me “I vow “
Hours of silence and inner madness
May bring me to utter sadness
The sun shown its arrival that early morning
To wake unsettled here I was yawning
My brain was weary from a night of dreams
Where I saw nothing but letters and had terrible screams
Is there no place I may pass without query?
Of my work that I will make my story
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