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A Poets Voice I hear a voice late at night telling me poems that come from life I never know, where it comes from Just that it's deep within my mind maybe one or two, even three I cannot let them be, for if I do they will chant whilst intertwining in three. I thought I was crazy with this voice that I hear so accurate in time without a minute to spare. It allways comes, with sayings so true that only few can relate to. I lay my head apon my pillow as I try to sleep, late at night it comes to me saying poems of happiness and grief. fighting to ignore it to strong it overcomes, I use a pen and paper this is how my work is done. it is my inner voice coming to make me aware that I am a poet, and These are my rhymes to share. |
Additional Notes:
These voices that I hear at night, between 11 and 12 PM.
I may have them start from one poem up to three.
If I dont write them down, one by one they will intertwine together
and I find myself with a severe headache.
But this is how my poems come to me, allways late at night when I am ready
to sleep. I wake at times the next day with loss of energy, it drains a lot
out of me.
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