my mind has been cloudy
over the past few days
I knew it couldn’t be
but I thought that I
Had written all that
I could
But my soul itches
If I think of something
a line or subject of a poem
maybe an essay
that I think is worthy of
my thought
and if I don’t have a book
I know I’ll forget everything…
right now
I took a long pause
because I had to think
I took the power away
and my fingers couldn’t speak
my heart isn’t in control now
it’s barely beating
but I must give up now
because this isn’t writing
this is thinking….
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