I, too, am bound by it: words haunt me
Holding me comatose
Far past the black of midnight
Until my words fill the page
Words take form
Line after line
Rhyme after rhyme
Losing track of time
I am angered by those who say words have rules
Fools, words cannot be controlled
No human could tame them
Poetry is a living creature that won’t be subdued
Words are power
And mine will not be controlled
They control me
Pencil to paper
And my black blood creates art
No comments:
Post a Comment