sometimes I want to write
I want the words to flow
from mind to paper as smooth and fierce as rushing water
dancing across a rocky river bed
yet the words don't come
the river is dry
there is only dust drifting in the parched air
I want to write
I start
my pencil to paper
fingers to keys
but then
wait
never mind
YOU ARE READING
I Have Thoughts in the Morning
PoetryThis is a collection of my thoughts in the form of poetry, stories, and possibly song lyrics from time to time.