Words do not appeal
Though I know how well they heal.
Searching for some sedation
For this lack of inspiration;
A crucial sense of thought
Seems something I haven’t got.
A blur and a whirl of sound,
Idling ‘round and ‘round,
Lost for what to say
With little to display.
So I scrounge and search
To muster a tiny lurch;
I lunge in any direction,
Searching for the connection
Between what is real
And how I feel.
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 2:42 PM UTC
Words do not appeal
Though I know how well they heal.
Searching for some sedation
For this lack of inspiration;
A crucial sense of thought
Seems something I haven’t got.
A blur and a whirl of sound,
Idling ‘round and ‘round,
Lost for what to say
With little to display.
So I scrounge and search
To muster a tiny lurch;
I lunge in any direction,
Searching for the connection
Between what is real
And how I feel.
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