Poetry

My mind is a raging storm of verse
Yet, a gift it be, not a curse
Line after line of prose
As beautiful as a lavender rose

A mind never put to rest
Living within, a creative guest
A pen and paper, wire bound
Inspired by the world around

Word after word of rhyme
Hour after hour of time
My mind is always working
The words are always lurking
All of them that weep, shall weep no more
For the darkness that is outside the door
Shall shadow them no more

The candle that lights the room
Has sent away all of the gloom
Making way for flowers to bloom

The emptiness of yesterday
Has surely gone away
Bringing on a brand new day