A gift? A curse? Passion in itself is inspiring. The passion of a family member or a friend, can consume me, leading to the perspiration of lyric. It’s only a matter of time before the pen floats to my fingers and runs through the lines. I have to thank a friend for inspiring this one. You know who you are!
Bright eyes, Red dyes, White skies
Peering back, bleeding a tear
A pressure, a thought, a feeling of fear
Seeking softly a place to hide
All alone, no one by my side
Feeling pain – anguish – rage
Dug a hole, climbed into the cage
Getting a taste, sipping defeat
My heart, slowly changing its beat
Following the thoughts of my mind
High-pitch notes being chimed
No longer could I stay awake
Kept my life held up at stake
Drinking it often, calming like tea
Docile, I sat under that tree
Thoughts and feelings became real
Not realizing, I sat behind the wheel
On this path I was bound
I once was lost but now I am found
Gone, melted like a blanket of snow
A world opportunity could follow
Here I lay in bed
Scripting all the things I have said
A car crash was in my past
No thoughts; it just happened so fast
Now a cell is where I stay
All my night and all my day
Those bright eyes I replay
In my mind her body lay
Smitten by Words 