Mind Games With Words Poem by Phil Soar

The day began like yesterday, and all the days before
No room for much complacency, or time to close the door
The thoughts that stop me sleeping, a powerful seismic shift
No longer just a blessing, or an unassuming gift

The words just mount up randomly, and wait for a release
No matter what the time of day, I just don't get much peace
And then I try to write them down, and form some clever rhyme
Once written, they are just replaced, and wait there in a line

So think of me dear reader, as you wonder how I write
How effortless your day might be, thoughts wake me in the night
And even as I write the words, I know that more will follow
And though I often write them down, my mind is never hollow