Words. Just some words.
Ramblings from today's insanity.
Something to illicite comments
To feed a poet's vanity.
Words to today's muse.
Words from a grateful heart
For the promise you don't require
That my attempt at words will start.
Words from a mind that yesterday sat
And rested though it reeled.
Words from a woman who felt her turmoil
Was too boring to be revealed.
Words and ramblings at your command.
Do you revel in this power?
Not the power of a tyrant;
But a gardener with a wilted flower.