Story of a Writer

The words in my head

Hammer the drums black

Tug the strings red

Kiss the piano green

Stage a passionate new epic

They dance like Shakira

Cook a gourmet fiesta

Play around like raggamuffins

Manufacture their merriment

In times of dismay

When they’re drained out

Feel like I can’t breathe anymore

When they hit a high note

Can’t sleep anymore

The love-hate keeps going on

And on

Inside the follicles of my brain

They brew a prose

And pour it all over into my cerebrum

I have no choice

But to spill the beans

Like, literally!!!!!