Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2022
When words don't have
The capacity to bleed
Out what you feel and
Inhale what you need

You begin to lose
The narrative, the why
The who, the detective

You play the ploy
Of mind and then
You cannot even move
The bed

You will stay still
You'll crumble down
Until no one else
Creates a sound
Pat Villaceran
Written by
Pat Villaceran
384
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems