gone round the world
Didn’t see a thing
Stayed inside
Most the time
It always rained
Nothing changed
Sep’t for time
Winds shifting
Leaves rustling
Taking out the trash
This heaviness
Will bring me down
Sending me to my room
Is like putting a homebody
On house arrest
It doesn’t faze me one bit
Keep pen and paper
In a survival kit
Writing I love it
I’ll never quit
It’s like liquid
Formless like
Poetry flowing
Shocks the mind
Boggling the brain
In the midst I go insane
Like popping pills
Trying to ease pain
I live where the Poet lives
I breathe the same air
Catching fire going up in flames