I was reading a book of poetry

and

its words haunted me

not for what was in them

but

for how they made me feel

I wanted, no, craved to create

yet

words eluded me right then

but that poetry just kept

haunting

stroking the fibers of my nerves

I could not make it stop

delirious

to etch a sketch

and now here I sit

typing

nonsensical letters without rhyme or reason

except that her poetry

haunts

my inner soulful being

and I can’t take it anymore

scratching

clawing my way out of a hole

I read my poetry

and

it stabs me to the core

lyrics I can’t ignore

won’t

go away...no stay...

let me pass you on to the next poet.

Marcie Bridges ©1/20/2018