Sometimes you should close your eyes and keep your thoughts away from you.
Just for an enumeration, of lost things or the beguiling happiness.
To withstand the moors you farm lands and jewel it with cattle cries helping poets like us define our music.
... I thought awhile to stop my thoughts and nothing happens;
the urban legends are catching on us,
the Peekaboo tales are far from dry-out
the stalking footpaths never stop the dales,
these weeds grow faster,
the man living across does have a barrel chest,
the birds near my home don't cry songs,
the trees like the blue darkness,
the palette and my paints never satisfy my artistic appetite,
I need pen covered in black to write,
the death of the woman nearby still haunting,
the pillows are still fuzzy,
the door bell rings and I realise that i can't stop thinking...
never ever stop thinking...

© thepoetharri