The Way of Words
The Way of Words
In late night hour, I do not sleep
my mind’s a haunt of words that weep
a wanton wish to just breathe air
on printed page from thoughts somewhere
that have their way with heart and soul
digitally in control
begging, pleading to be born
verbose madness coming on
for want of words a plague till dawn
an everlasting process known
by one who gives life to a poem.
7/23/17
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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