A freestyle poem

Scribbling on my Soul

The scratching of the pen

Won’t stop

It echoes through my dreams

And lifts my eyelids

With the urgency

Of birth

Ideas invade

Exploding crocuses

That reach out

For an inkling of light


Shadows shackle me

To sleep

Draw me back down

Below the surface

Until the poem

Remains a scribble

On my soul

Scribblingon my Soul

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