One, two
Just a few words
Any is better than none
The mire I've been wading through
Already got lost
Belligerent ******
Stumbling my way
In creative pain
A lack of sense
No sense of self
Shelved
Steel wool to the lying hand
Bleed free the ink
Taste the sunrise
Again
Seek answers
Buried questions
Beneath elms of green
Rotting corpses lie