An abstract of the human mind.
by caroline-ward
At times
I feel like
An artist
With a blunt pencil.
A writer
With a pen and no ink.
At times
I feel like
A musician
But my instruments
Have no strings.
How do I share
The thoughts inside
My mind
When my tongue is
Twisted
And my words
Are bulky
And do not flow
Like a stream
Or a river
In spring.
Perhaps, I shall create
A masterpiece
From broken tools
And call it abstract.
An abstract of the human mind.