What will it take to find the sunshine again?
Blow the snowy clouds away with howling winds of my heart
None of my words make sense anymore
A jumble of simple and complex sentences maybe
A phrase
Or maybe I am just putting sophisticated sounding words into something that sounds like a poem
But poetry is so bold, and beautiful
And I cannot seem to make it either
So where do I go from here? What do I put next?
Tell a long story of tragedy and suffering
Or maybe of happiness and smiles
Of heartbreak
Or possible love
But none could possibly match up to the flawless tale of lizzie and darcy
No one could match what Sylvia Plath wrote of her fears and sadnesses
But how could one possibly find themselves in a world filled with similarities and indifference?
How must one carry on with such anguish                                                        
I­ am but a simple soul,                          
simply breathing to live                  
Eating to survive                              
And writing to understand why