Today I sit and think about words. They are hesitant. I am at a deficit of emotions to harness and understand. Other poets ring true and sound curious. Is it so difficult? A plane sounds overhead. Maybe passing my thoughts in those clouds, full of rain and judgement. A bolt of lighting could strike at any moment and threaten the serenity of which my mind hallucinates.
Opaque skies of grey Wounded thoughts mix with raindrops. A storm approaches