Ah! I sigh and sway, my mind rather spry
As I twitch and turn, my dearest thoughts blare
I stare with vacancy, but I shall not shy
Somewhere a whisp unravels a prayer.
It nags and pesters, no longer concealed
It drags me down low, slow, but still I thrive
A plume dipped in black, my heart it will heal
Thus I utter: "come alive, come alive!"
So I start to sprint and begin to dash
Scribbles and slashes calming my spirit
Feelings bleeding into the void of ash
Words and lyrics pouring from my dear wits.
And I lose myself in this daydreamed realm.
Filled with hopes and words I shall never tell.
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Pipe Dream
PoetryA brief shakespearean sonnet, up to all interpretations, but in essence alludes to the artist. (one of my old poems oof)
