Untitled Poem XXII
Please enjoy
Please enjoy the following poem. About 90% of all my poems do not have titles. Numbering them, in a way, is their own sort of title. Though nameless, they have a specific identity and are personal. Which I’m sure is much like many other poets out there.
I thought I knew what words would be,
Until I met Epiphany
Now I’m seized by single thought
Captive til ransom’s brought
Released when time’s complete
Only then I’ll be replete
So struck was I, by this thing
My heart would scarcely cease to sing
This ceaseless thought would hold me sway
Held me fast like summer’s day