poems are
but my thoughts
all in a pile
my views that day
on that one specific sheet of paper
remnents of a soul
further self exploring
documentation
haphazardly strewn
until sense bends
to sort out
the mess of words
flailing thus so
atop
the accumulative word heap...............
I absolutely love this piece, right to the point and no doubts about it. Perfect description for us writing something every day...