PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I fear the fertile creative periods

For I fear my sadness

But it's as necessary for me as air

I'm afraid of my vigor

Because writing saps my energy

And gives me energy

Food and sleep become afterthoughts

I feel like a candle with a hundred wicks

At each end--all lit

But there's a gale blowing

I pray at least one still burns

And Morpheus will transmit

A clever plot into my mind

For me to record

For these open-eyed dreams

Never satisfy