Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Poets nap.

My mind full of thoughts

Like a traffic jam hearing

Little devil voices trying to

Contribute to madness

Of my worthless life,as I

Lay my dreary head on my oak desk.

Taking a poets nap just to recap 

The day writing words mixing them

 In the bowl of life So true 

Meaning comes out.

By: sugaronwheels 

Written for: Mag