A dire need a desperate fix,
for the aching in my chest.
Fingers crack and tap away the urges,
that will never rest.
White crisp waves inside me settle to calm waters
when I write
what I cannot articulate
in direct language.
A picture I see, one that I can paint with words
letting you into my soul.
Keys and pens
screens and paper
are my weapons
against the killer
called the norm.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
A dire need a desperate fix,
for the aching in my chest.
Fingers crack and tap away the urges,
that will never rest.
White crisp waves inside me settle to calm waters
when I write
what I cannot articulate
in direct language.
A picture I see, one that I can paint with words
letting you into my soul.
Keys and pens
screens and paper
are my weapons
against the killer
called the norm.