but the truth is flowing out of my mouth

as my fingers keep typing away.

Words flying from my mind like

fireworks going off in the sky.

The show will go on and there

is no stopping it.

Until the last word is typed out

I will be here with nothing but

the truth and imagination

surging through your mind.


Written By: Deirdre Stokes Registered & Protected 


2 thoughts on “Nothing

  1. Great, this is like, exactly what I feel when i write a poem! It’s sooo relatable. And plus point -it’s a poem. You wrote a poem describing what it feels like to write a poem. Cool!

    Liked by 1 person

Comments are closed.