Generate
Rhythmic words
Flow through my head
Even when I’m sleeping
Then when I wake
My body shakes
My ears hear words come creeping.
Haunting all I’ve ever known,
Rushing like a skipping stone.
Tearing me apart inside,
Scurrying they sneak and hide.
I rush to write,
Delay the fleeting thought,
Of rhythmic words
I once forgot.
