Is it the gentle rain I'm now under
Offensive with bolt and thunder
That drip down my screen
Or from whenever I can't scream
Tears which stain my papers
Quivering hand with a dainty quill
Elbow causing my ink to spill
The volume - nothing matters
Just how much no one utters
With each drop a dozen strokes
A new bestseller in the works
Yet alas there's only a few bottles
How appreciate another's mottles
That I get to finish the tale I pray
And to keep me from going astray
A bottle rolled over, fell and broke
No more stupor - now awoke
Rag in hand, knees to the floor
Glass, ink and thoughts galore
Rags, as the paper, much soaked
Still in the rain, uncloaked
Warm sparks and the sky purple
Watching the brook here gurgle
Speaking its own endless tale
I'm in my head, I'm in this gale
Adrenaline still pumping strong
Overthink, but could still go wrong
Another track plays as I step in
My extensive work to this begin
Alas returns that shudder
"Even with adrenaline", I mutter
Old tears on the paper left
Fresh memories stuck in the cleft
To write until sleep consume
Yet I knew this would ensue
Time stopped not for a doze
Just kept going I suppose
-
Till you came in and cleared
The table and my head
At once I was banished
Sent straight to bed on water
~Z
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