Poetry Disease Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

As you know from all once said
Words they come into your head
Though a storm will soon arrive
Better dead, Than made alive

Touch nae a word, a word unsaid
Or Ye shall lie upon a sleepless bed
For all is lost until well read
Stain the paper, Ole mighty pen

The cat there lies upon fur covered feet
While words of rhyme deprive, of peaceful sleep
Soon the thoughts become another page
Thunderstorms; Words of rain

It comes from those whom suffer more
It never ends and asks for more
When all is written- There is no more
Until another storm

So now the sleepless lay there dead
Dreams departed, words unread
The cat now rests upon the poet's head
Her purr brings peaceful rest

(06/30/2024)