i want to create
beautiful things
paint words that bring
hope
a glimmer to the eye
a smile to the soul
those happy words
though
grow stale in my mouth
like thick tar they coat my thoughts
dragging it to a grinding halt
the tar sets
hardening to an adamant shell
letters no longer form words
they collide against the smooth black surface
endless bombardment
meaningless symbols
crouched in my shell
i give up
resign myself
and pick up the chisel,
Overwhelmed
and the hammer,
Panic
one blow to the thick surface
the adamant shatters
the letters arrange themselves
neat lines
quite and waiting to be chosen
cool darkness twists around me
gently brushing my cheek
waiting
expectant
“let’s begin”
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 12:34 PM UTC
i want to create
beautiful things
paint words that bring
hope
a glimmer to the eye
a smile to the soul
those happy words
though
grow stale in my mouth
like thick tar they coat my thoughts
dragging it to a grinding halt
the tar sets
hardening to an adamant shell
letters no longer form words
they collide against the smooth black surface
endless bombardment
meaningless symbols
crouched in my shell
i give up
resign myself
and pick up the chisel,
Overwhelmed
and the hammer,
Panic
one blow to the thick surface
the adamant shatters
the letters arrange themselves
neat lines
quite and waiting to be chosen
cool darkness twists around me
gently brushing my cheek
waiting
expectant
“let’s begin”
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