“Ramblings of a lunatic”
Going mad from writer’s block,
hysteria at
1 am, the calm settles and
I let the words flow out of
my brain, my fingers
have a conscience of their own
I feel like I could go on
forever, or at
least until I fall asleep
the only time my brain is
silent, completely,
utterly, silent.
By Sophie Dufresne
This poem was inspired by the song “Ramblings of a lunatic” by Bears In Trees
