Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2015
At a loss for words, loss for poetry.
Nothing else to spill, nothing left to feel.
Entangled in the contours of unspoken thoughts .. No rhythm, no beat, no metaphors left to speak..
No solace, no release, no comfort within this ink..
Rumi Arie
Written by
Rumi Arie
458
   RH 78 and Nikki
Please log in to view and add comments on poems