Dec 2012
Ideas are worthless
In my mind, I confess
Rather than perusing
I cower in loneliness.
What's worse than pain
Is the pain of others
Those who don't deserve.
What can I do,
To soothe such pain?
To help those who are trapped,
Against their will,
To be unhappy
She whispers; I yell
Her voice with so much
Power
In my mind, I confess
Rather than perusing
I cower in loneliness.
What's worse than pain
Is the pain of others
Those who don't deserve.
What can I do,
To soothe such pain?
To help those who are trapped,
Against their will,
To be unhappy
She whispers; I yell
Her voice with so much
Power
Ever start a poem with an idea in your head that just seems awesome? Yet begin to write and just can't think of how to continue them? Kind of like...what's that word...writer's somethng. Eh I forget.
