i pray for silence.
a quiet moment from the storm.
my mind possesed by unwritten lines
burdened by the weight of life.
i am unable to feel
beyond the thunder and trashing
of my own mind.
slowly losing myself.
chaos breeding inside my head
of words that are slowly dying.
my battle has always been
between overwhelming thoughts
accompanied by poems,
versus... not feeling anything at all
with pages left blank.
i prefer either the scorching passion
or the cold numbness.
this is much worse!
with each thought not articulated,
i'm missing pieces of myself;
which i can only find
in the calmness of writing.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
i pray for silence.
a quiet moment from the storm.
my mind possesed by unwritten lines
burdened by the weight of life.
i am unable to feel
beyond the thunder and trashing
of my own mind.
slowly losing myself.
chaos breeding inside my head
of words that are slowly dying.
my battle has always been
between overwhelming thoughts
accompanied by poems,
versus... not feeling anything at all
with pages left blank.
i prefer either the scorching passion
or the cold numbness.
this is much worse!
with each thought not articulated,
i'm missing pieces of myself;
which i can only find
in the calmness of writing.
