Til We Meet Again, My Love

One never knows
when He will come
or where He will go.
He sporadically assaults me,
causing inspiration
to

BOUND, BUT PROFOUND

I have an addiction,
A real contradiction,
I cannot be cured;
It is true.
No twelve-step attendance,
Enlistin g

My soul drips upon the paper as ink

My words reverberating within me.

Escaping to without to form this link,

Flowing now

Why Poems

Were I rendered unable to rhyme
I'd still manage to make my point
But I wouldn't be happy or focused
And some things

I am Sure-Fire

Integrated and

Accompanied or

With someone-

In company or else

Aided-

Hopeful and with help.

Among others before

Facing