Poem -

As I Write

As my pen hits the paper the ink flows untrue
my mind seems to wander it wanders towards you
unsteady thoughts of writing this time
Sonnet or free verse or maybe just rhyme

No matter the restless my mind drifts away
to another place that fades to gray
the zigs and sags that comes from within
losing direction towards good or of sin

I am losing the distance I'm losing the mind
my thoughts are fading as I start to unwind
I have to shut down as I linger away
I seem to be drifting to another day

I feel the turmoil as I'm lost in thought
the ink is drying as my mind is caught
Thinking so endless taking a break
my mind starts opening as the ground of a quake

The ink is flowing back like the waters surround
My hands are shaking as is the opening ground
I need to fill all the voids in this hole
so I find a new to write........as I write from the soul

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Tony Taylor

Hey Chris......long time no read..........glad to see you around my friend.........I really liked the way you kept eluding to the earth opening up as you wrestled with your minds drifting and seemingly leading you away............or being torn between good or sin (yin or yang)..........but it started with being directed at someone in particular so I'm assuming it was being torn about a lover or friend........either way, very compelling my friend............well done Chris!!.............smiles..........T  xx

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