Possessed

I am possessed by the words in my head.

I’d rather be sleeping in bed, instead.

They haunt me and taunt me, and drive me insane,

Until I get up and start writing again.

I sort of enjoy all those words, in some way,

It’s fun, and I’m anxious to see what I say!!

The words keep on coming, time after time,

The words continue to end in a rhyme.

I tried to give up, but that didn’t work;

I started to feel like I was a jerk.

Someone was feeding me words I could share,

And suddenly, I didn’t seem to care!

Well, I talked myself out of that state of mind,

And the words started coming again,

Rhyme after rhyme.

As long as words come to me, I’ll write them, indeed,

In hopes it gives readers, some good things to read.

Shirley Binkley

Cedar View

Apartments

shirleybentzbinkley@gmail.com