Lately the poetry is not coming to me,
I feel pain too intensely.
I feel myself enclosed within tight spaces,
I can hardly feel a flow of words, spill out, unwaveringly.
Lately, I’ve been too lost in thought,
I am too much in rumination to get a burst of feeling,
So intense, I resort to written expression.
Lately, I’ve been scared of many things;
Of living and of death;
Of my own and my only friend.
Lately, lately, I await, until the words come again…
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
Lately the poetry is not coming to me,
I feel pain too intensely.
I feel myself enclosed within tight spaces,
I can hardly feel a flow of words, spill out, unwaveringly.
Lately, I’ve been too lost in thought,
I am too much in rumination to get a burst of feeling,
So intense, I resort to written expression.
Lately, I’ve been scared of many things;
Of living and of death;
Of my own and my only friend.
Lately, lately, I await, until the words come again…
