Heartbeat
Empty glass.
Droning fan, trying to write.
****.
Writer’s block.
But it’s more than that.
Every writer can eventually find the words.
Maybe I’ll take other’s advice and make words up?
How?
If the dictionary can’t explain it,
How can
I?
Beautiful, perfect.
Want?
Need.
No. still too common.
The words I’m looking for don’t exist,
No alliteration,
No rhyme,
Irony,
No assonance, allusion, slant, idiom, pun,
Simile, metaphor, nothing
Would allow me the
Ability to
Write the words I want.
The only language that exists to me
Now is the language
Of my pulse.
Remind me I’m alive?
My feet are cold,
My palms clammy.
So
How
To
Say
What
I
want?
It
Can
Not
Come
From
My
Heart.­
But.
By.
My.
Soul.
Make.
This.
Real.
Heaven?
I
want days where I can
sit in the dark.
Not see, but feel you.
Not physically. Feel your emotions radiate.
Repair your heart.
Even if you don’t know it is me.
You are the beat,
The life,
To my
Heart.
But I don’t want my heart.
I want my soul.
Take.
It
All
From
Me.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.