I shall go mad in a minute
How to stop this from happening
Make a smart decision sit, write
Suddenly the dark cloud will lift.
I’m devoid of detail as yet
What I do know though
I could reach out and grab a sunbeam.
Invisible words are making their presence felt.
This poem as yet incomplete
Showing signs of becoming more than fantasy
A ray of hope so the writer in me must push forward
Some days the pen will sing, toes will tap
So must I play the cards I’m dealt
Who knows if I take my seat at the Steinway I might knock out a tune?
Truth is not always black and white nor found in the written word
Naturally it’s best not to think about the bigger picture or is it?
(c) Chris Black. May 2018