The Venom Poetry (Part II)

It creeps like a serpent through the wire of

the mind,

It coils in the foundations of the idea,

Makes you move against your will,

You walk without road and no purpose,

You are left with a million ideas, yet with none,

This electric sensation paralyzes you,

You are carried as an autumn leaf in a

world where there is no ground to rest

your feet on,

It is a brilliant reptilesque feeling,

for when it bites the gray matter,

You begin to write,

The Venom Poetry

DA 2012