It started out as therapy,
I needed to vent to have my say.
So much darkness I couldn't see,
Now I find words have set me free.
One day my mind is full of rhyme,
the next it seems to just mark time.
No flow or rhythm does appear,
cerebral mush, nothing is clear.
Like a bolt from out of the blue,
up pops some words, clearing my view.
Some make sense so I start to write,
darkness dispelled by rays of light.
Many a night I'm pulled from sleep,
I have to write some words to keep.
Once on paper it starts to flow,
at last I have something to show.
I now create words that are fun,
no more darkness only the sun.
As I bloom, catharsis complete,
I've learned so much my mind's replete.
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| Writing Prompt |
Please write a RHYMED poem based on the prompt title.
MAXIMUM 160 words.
Word count MUST be included in your 'Description', above the poem's title.
Absolutely NO 'author notes' are allowed.
Only one warning will be given if rules are broken. If not amended, I'll ask Tom to disqualify the entry, even if it wins. |
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