Of A Creative Delirium
Of A Creative Delirium
Tears well up in my eyes
As thoughts jostle with each other
In a rare frenzy to earmark
The best of my words
To adorn themselves in,
Before they herald their debut.
It's akin to hosting
A creative delirium,
Inside me,
With my soul being
A mere handcuffed witness,
Unsure of what
Churns up at the end.
The lull that knells this unforeseen storm
Brings me an ounce of peace,
A pound of solace,
And heaps of happiness,
As rewards for renting my fancied womb
To catalyse this virgin creation.