A nocturnal creature
Diving into the woods deeper.
Roaming through the dark
Of a most tormented arc.
Holding a blank paper and a pen
Gazing at it, again and again.
And with a thousand yard stare
My paper is no longer bare.
I see writings,
I see muses.
Coming loose,
begging me to choose.
To choose what to write
In this dark gazeless night.
YOU ARE READING
Raw poems
PoetryI'm republishing some of the poems I wrote and posted on IG under the name @dark_ish_pen , so check it too for more content
