Empty spaces
Blank mind traces
Of what I could once do
Wonderful descriptions
Unfinished stories
Of children running
From banal dangers
New depths of mental pain evoke
Change in me
How did that child think?
I can’t find the words
Or remember
The grapple for more adult structure
But simply lack the
Vocabulary
Once proud of a sentence
Now every letter is saturated with
Insignificance
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
Empty spaces
Blank mind traces
Of what I could once do
Wonderful descriptions
Unfinished stories
Of children running
From banal dangers
New depths of mental pain evoke
Change in me
How did that child think?
I can’t find the words
Or remember
The grapple for more adult structure
But simply lack the
Vocabulary
Once proud of a sentence
Now every letter is saturated with
Insignificance