Run, don't walk the sky is falling.

well....here's a poem.
and I haven't written in about 45 years.
nothing much has changed, except the location.
All is well.
:)

Paperchased

Write me a miracle
Something slow and sweet
Quick and riveting
Make it something I yearn to read
Make it grip on my veins.

Make it burn like a drug
The addiction for words, spoken softly in a dim room
Make the pages flip, ruffle and bend
Make my soul scream for more

Whisper the words like a spell
A dancing melody making my chest swell
Scribble out the truths of this haggard city
Let the reality fade with the print.

Let the poetry flow
Fill me with fear and hate
Love and compassion
Every emotion scrawled in the metaphors

Craving the taste of the lines on my tongue
Have me need this, the words in your breath
The stories in your eyes, the yearning for more.
Make it something you can see in the blackness of night
Something beautiful.
Write me something real.

Huzzah!