White glaring empty
Where are the words
That kept me awake
Inspiration singing
Its aria when all I
Wanted was to sleep
Oh fickle mind
I can recall
What I had for lunch
But not the verses
That had me tossing
And turning
Tonight I will sleep
With pen in hand
To capture
Inspiration’s message
And write it
In black ink
Upon my bed sheets
Where are the words
That kept me awake
Inspiration singing
Its aria when all I
Wanted was to sleep
Oh fickle mind
I can recall
What I had for lunch
But not the verses
That had me tossing
And turning
Tonight I will sleep
With pen in hand
To capture
Inspiration’s message
And write it
In black ink
Upon my bed sheets
©Susie Clevenger 2011
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