Choosing
Its late, very late,
but I cant sleep, no! I wont !
I must wait.
only a matter of time,
before my mind comes alive
releasing the wildest imagination
like a child's book creation.
Yes!
It has started, the portal has opened,
to late it cant be broken,
the topics burst through my mind,
screaming and screeching as they compete to be first in line.
Who will win?
Theirs too many,
choosing just one could be a sin.
But time has made its last move,
and its time to choose.
As I look upon the screen all I can see,
is a poem I have just typed
ready to be given a title
and sent to Power Poetry.
-Adriel
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