the light that shines from poetic lines
allows me to labor incessantly through this sojourn
please know that I shall not vanquish
the voices in my head
though the virtuoso might feel
they could one day silence me
I see, I smell, I taste dreams of childhood
the voices they fill my script with needed subtext
I store these elements
in a house with no walls and paper floors
the distance between myself and sanity quintuples
I see, I smell, I taste dreams of childhood
I strike the page, the page strikes back
with neither side claiming victory
Categories:
quintuples, beauty, self,
Form: Free verse