i do not know
what to write,
so i fill the empty spaces of my sentence
with the teardrops from the previous paragraph.
i do not know
what to say,
so i repeat the verse
i started yesterday.
i do not know
what my direction is,
so i write the stanza
winding into nothingness like a bookcase.
i do not remember
how i write my poems,
so i draw from feelings
felt long ago.
i do not remember
how to read,
so i recall a passage from a chapter book
i have yet to finish.
i do not know
if this has a rhythm or an order,
but i know i will find it soon.
poetry will come back to me
on the next crescent moon.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
i do not know
what to write,
so i fill the empty spaces of my sentence
with the teardrops from the previous paragraph.
i do not know
what to say,
so i repeat the verse
i started yesterday.
i do not know
what my direction is,
so i write the stanza
winding into nothingness like a bookcase.
i do not remember
how i write my poems,
so i draw from feelings
felt long ago.
i do not remember
how to read,
so i recall a passage from a chapter book
i have yet to finish.
i do not know
if this has a rhythm or an order,
but i know i will find it soon.
poetry will come back to me
on the next crescent moon.