Commotions
When sometimes I write
By the candles burning light
I never know
Where my words will go
I'm just the tool
The fool
Words flowing
Without even knowing
What my pen has to say
That's it's way
The ghost inside
I now confide
Controls my hand
Even I don't understand
I just follow along
Sometimes it is a song
Read it just like you
My words are true
Never knowing
Where they are going
Like watching television
Comes this vision
It dictates to my hand
Is this something you can even understand
I don't know from where it comes
But my life it usually sums
Stirring up my ever changing emotions
Starting these inner commotions
Leaving me dumb
And numb
Sometimes bring a tear
Or a rush of fear
I smile at times
While reading these rhymes
Maybe it is my crazy brain
Cause I'm insane
From lifes dirty little stain
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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