Compulsion
by 
freynolds
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Posted: Tuesday, April 14, 2009 Word Count: 62 Summary: Does anyone else experience this? This is very short. Apologies for not posting much lately or contributing comments. I promise to have a read of all new works in the next few days. |
Words are mounting in my mind.
Like a cavalcade of wild horses
They dance a frenzied gallop
Never stopping to take a breath
Steaming away in an impulsive direction
Words that are heaving to tell a story
Wanting to flee their mental enclosure
Until freed to align on some paper
A pen at last puts them at rest.
I must write them.
Like a cavalcade of wild horses
They dance a frenzied gallop
Never stopping to take a breath
Steaming away in an impulsive direction
Words that are heaving to tell a story
Wanting to flee their mental enclosure
Until freed to align on some paper
A pen at last puts them at rest.
I must write them.