It is the mare of nights
stomping through our dreams
collecting up the terrors
listening to the screams
Charging powerfully forward
ignoring dread fear and hate
pulling the dreamer up
towards the stars instead
Galloping up on the wind
head down, taking flight
this powerful steed
who roams through the night
Above shines and twinkles
blue cobalt deep and rich
Leaving behind restless moments
Boiling thoughts
night dark as pitch
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So, my words have great power and I should write them down, this I was told. I create great beauty when I write my truth, this I was also told. Words keep leaking every so and so often, exploding into some story, directed at some cause. But these words will just flow Bad punctuation, thoughts to not forget, others to work out, others try for masterpiece. Hoping to prove myself a great creator of words, that artist so many admire Most likely not too understood
Truthful feedback welcome, kindly stated!
About Me
- wittygadabout
- To Myself To write what swirls in my mind To work out thoughts Ingenious theories Brave and Bold things That no on dares say out loud For company to my misery Published greatness on day Or crumbled to dust For the possibility to create something great To Create For the spriits to speak through me And to contemplate God, creation, and some sense to it all. From Myself
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