Word Prisms

Sometimes I can’t shut down my brain
And the rhymes, they come in waves
Begging to be let out
Often it is more of a scream
Or a clear shout
Lately it’s been driving me insane
You’re my treasure, my pleasure…
In full measure
O baby, even now
You interrupt my ink
I only want to stop the rain
Just for a time, so I can think!
My mind is on its own blink…
Dancing amongst word prisms
Skipping to the crimson throb of my own rhythm…
I’m bleeding from within…

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