Mar 2020
Every word
Every phrase
Every line
Every time
I pull a blank.
My mind is writing
From a odd feeling state
But it’s power is dwindling
And my drowsiness is kindling
For a inferno yet to come.
Every phrase
Every line
Every time
I pull a blank.
My mind is writing
From a odd feeling state
But it’s power is dwindling
And my drowsiness is kindling
For a inferno yet to come.
The underscores that are the title means “blank”. I really can’t write very well atm it seems to me. I just can’t think and it angers me.
