Strange feeling here tonight
That I’ve nothing left to write
I’ve said as much as I can muster
Far from most: my angst swept bluster.
So here I guess a solemn speech
A lost, forlorn, extended reach
It’s overlong and overdone
But what a song we sing so fun.
So yes I guess opportunity;
Outlet for a mind set free!
Although I reign it in again
When I awake on new morning.
Alas my mind must start to quiet
And quell the long and questioned riot
That queues along these pains that start
When I remove you from my heart.
© Kris Blackburn 10/09/2015