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Words from the Mind

Every time I sit down to write

Not a single word comes to mind

But in the middle of the night

Lying in bed, I come to find

Hundreds of words seeping into my head

Different words, but all have a connection

One after another, a continuous thread

But to these moments I feel affection

For where would I be and how would I feel

If words couldn’t express feelings and thoughts

For the end of a poem is sort of a seal

For my mind, to keep me from feeling lost

Writing a poem every night

Whether it had a meaning or not

Keeps my inner self feeling light

An inner peace I have always sought