I was reading a book of poetry and its words haunted me not for what was in them but for how they made me feel I wanted, no, craved to create yet words eluded me right then but that poetry just kept haunting stroking the fibers of my nerves I could not make it stop delirious to etch a sketch and now here I sit typing nonsensical letters without rhyme or reason except that her poetry haunts my inner soulful being and I can’t take it anymore scratching clawing my way out of a hole I read my poetry and it stabs me to the core lyrics I can’t ignore won’t go away...no stay... let me pass you on to the next poet. Marcie Bridges ©1/20/2018