Turn off
this mind
that grinds
away
at these verses
and words
that just surge
all day
and night.
Stop the madness
quit with sadness
get some peace
and quiet –
think in pictures
not words
give it up
strike the cords
in my head –
go to bed
Leave.
It.
Alone.
And fade
to black.
August 19, 2006 / January 2014
WandeRoseD 