It's hard to write a poem
When there's nothing going on
It's hard to think of what to say
When you've given most of it away
As poets we never scratch the surface
We delve within, disclose our deepest sin
We crave our pain, declare it's for our art
Yet more often than not have no idea where to start
But start we do and start we must
A deep desire in all of us
To spill out on the written page
What little bit we have tried to save
Ink now is the poets blood
Fragments of self pour from within
Silence is our safety net
To stop us from bleeding out
Although it's hard to write a poem
With nothing going on
We still find words to form a verse
From deep within our marrow bone
Work © Mike Hauser & © Sia Jane
Mike opened this piece and we went from there.
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Lead me to the sun ...
Where the Crimson mist lies
I sit alone as if I am fading
Invisible in the ashen fields.
My heart longs to be somewhere
to where I see myself
Clear as the new day
True to oneself’s beauty
Away from the toxicity of people’s opinion
Or as far away from my own shadow of doubt.
I sit alone & not running anymore.
Losing strength as the wind passes by
Losing a bit of my edge in this unreasonable persona, I face.
Yet I never give a **** as long as I kept on going
Reaching for something Unreachable,
I can only hope…
I want to feel the life of someone’s at arm’s reach
to feel that I am alive
I missed you.
Why are goodbyes sad?
Are endings supposed to go bad?
Maybe we should be glad,
With the happy times we both had
The memory and laughter,
Every book has its chapter,
Cover the wounds with a plaster,
Oh why did it turn to a disaster
Keep some feelings confined,
Don't worry about me, i'm fine,
Maybe someday it will remind,
Of how you treated me way too kind