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. |