Words

I wrote this late at night when I couldn't sleep, so hopefully it's okay. Let me know what you think!

Words and rhymes spin around in my head.

Never ceasing

tumbling

causing thoughts to race.

I become compelled to turn on the

light

in the early hours of the dark morning

and write.

I write with a vigor and a

haste that only comes

when the world is in

slumber.

Pausing to think only every once in a

while

I write.

I bleed onto the pages

turning them from snow white to

crimson red.

My heart and soul pour upon the

page

filling it as my body

empties.

Empties itself of words

feelings

emotions

passions.

Yet as soon as one line is

down, my mind fills again,

thoughts of places I have not yet been to

echo in my mind.

Thoughts of experiences I have not had

but yearn to

fill my heart.

Thoughts of the past

memories of a time gone by

fill my soul.

I am made up of words.

My thoughts are words.

My heart is words.

My soul is words.

My life is a book

begging to be written

in the early hours of

the morning

by my pen scratching across pure pages

as the world falls to silence.