Word Games

It’s 1 in the morning

and  words, they fill my head

Some gentle, soft and charming

some I wish I never said

I think about the timing

knowing why it must be so

why some come out rhyming

and why some so forceful flow

Yes, rest-that’s what I need

not this chaos in my head

but  once again  I’ll  proceed

playing games with words I yester said

Weary, worn and numb

I humbly face my plight

knowing again I’ll succumb

to the sport that rules my nights

‘cause when words –  silent stay

I sleep – but lets be clear

I rather  words come out to play

than to chance  a single  nightmare

Lurking profound evil dwells

hungering to materialize

to rise  from the depths of hell

and appear before sleeping eyes

So though it’s 1 in the morning

and words fill my head

nothing  nightmarish  is forming

that prompts fear or dread

That propels me forward

to  play with words once again

Hearing rhymes and near rhymes

Awake –   a new poem begins

r. embs

4/25/2025