Crowded
She heard voices
Wrote the words
From inside her head
Sometimes it was hard
To keep track of the
Conversation
So she’d speak aloud
Just to hear herself think
But there was a benefit
To having a crowded mind
Even when she was alone
She was never lonely
Words: ©2022LCR
Image: CCO
I love this. And I agree with what this poems says about the gift that is the muse. One can never be alone while she whispers (and sometimes screams) inside one's head.
ReplyDeleteExactly. Thank you. 😊
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