i think i forgot how to write.
the birds still chirp
and the flowers they bloom
but just maybe not in my mind.

my words are shattered.
sometimes i do not have the
time to arrange them right.
sometimes they only have meaning
when they are dripping with blood
but i am tired of being cut.

yesterday i saw a hamster
with his beady little eyes of death
and i wanted to write about bitterness,
cruelty, or the selfishness of men.

but i think i forgot how to write.