Words are tumbling about in my head
But I fight letting them out.
They fester and grow like a cancer
as they bandy all about.
Im lonely, Im sad, Im all around blue
And to write them makes it so real.
If I could I would erase those horrible words
So that noone would know how I feel.
But a writer I am, a pen in the night
just flowing with words about me.
And if I did not write down all that I feel
There'd no peace or poetry be.
So in twilights ebony cloak I find
My head just cant hold anymore.
Out they come, a torrid force
Revealing my truest pain and more.
Do I feel better these words now released
As the paper fills full of my pain
No I do not, well maybe perhaps
But tomorrow I'll do it again.
© Copyright 2006 Amawitch-granny witch
