The Words

What it is to write.

The Words

The words will not let me rest!
They constantly flow out of me in the darkness of the night.
they will not cease their hounding of my spirit.
Write us down.
The words will not let me rest!
My shame, my sorrows, my joys and pain call to be exposed,
laid out for all to view.
Write us down.
Their desire rages in my mind,
they will my weary form out of its rest
to birth them into this world.
Write us down.
I try to supress them,
and fill my mind with banal circumstance.
The words will not let me rest.
With bleary eye, with unsteady hand
I write them down.

Reviews

[Lost in Wonderland]

Lovely and true poem. I sometimes feel like my words and emotions are trying to rip out of me and all I can do is try to write them all down. The last three lines are my favorite, definantly. And the 2 beofre them make me think that life would be much easier if we could all have simple minds but alas, poets are a bit more complex. The imagry at the begining was nice, it set a dark atmosphere for the piece wich tends to draw me in personally. One thing that could have been done would be italisizing the "Write us down"s just to show us visually that it is the words "talking" if that makes semse. Great job!