Crawling and dragging himself across the floor he pulled himself closer to inspirations door.
He fought for the words the verbs, and nouns, that had seemed to leave his mind early in the day, but become a raging dragon to be slayed deep in the night.
Tapping his pencil against his chest this was his quest.
Every memory, and ounce of pain played through his raging ocean mind where the waves would beat the shore.
His mind was being pull, and pushed out like the tide. This was all so he could write.
Many people questioned his sanity,
but he was completely sane.
Insanity just knew how to speak
to his inner beast.
Crawling, and dragging himself across the floor he came upon inspirations door.
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In Between The Lines
PoetryCopyright 2017-2018©️ Ranking 138 in poetry on July 24,2018 Poetry from in between the lines. All the words hidden between the sheets. "If you can't love me in the storm, you can't dance with me in the rain." "What you pursue will soon glow, when t...
