Pen And Paper Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

My thoughts like to lie down and rest their heads
So they take the white pages for their bunk beds

I like to see my pen put them to sleep
Draw them into meaningful heaps
I get satisfaction leading them to their destination

From my mind they billow
Descend to pages where they wallow
In the sweet fragrance of liberation

I don't like drawing commas
Or even a point
When I write
Coz then ideas take a respite
Or go into induced comas

Despite the fact that I need to drain
My thoughts; distain
Really I can't afford to miss my daily joint