Silent
You fancy me mad
Because I find
Words
Too precious to waste on small talk
Trapped in my mind
Words
Live to be written
They breathe
Walk around
Forming mountains
Commanding armies
Still you fancy me mad
~.%
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Silent
You fancy me mad
Because I find
Words
Too precious to waste on small talk
Trapped in my mind
Words
Live to be written
They breathe
Walk around
Forming mountains
Commanding armies
Still you fancy me mad
~.%
That first line is so powerful, yet you manage to build on it in wonderful ways. A terrific poem.