I remember
When the music didn't come
When the words did not flow
When creating didn't happen
I remember
Strangling my fingers on strings
Pounding my fists on keys
And my voice shouted hoarse
I remember
Ink flowing across a page
And the click clack of QWERTY
As words became sentences became stories
I remember
Sawdust on the floor
The hum of power tools
My hands building what my mind saw
I remember
The frustrations etched into my soul
When my soul was not at peace
And Death layed inside my being
I remember
When the music didn't come
When the words did not flow
When creating didn't happen
I remember
Wishing for my memory
To remove
Everything that I could remember
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
I remember
When the music didn't come
When the words did not flow
When creating didn't happen
I remember
Strangling my fingers on strings
Pounding my fists on keys
And my voice shouted hoarse
I remember
Ink flowing across a page
And the click clack of QWERTY
As words became sentences became stories
I remember
Sawdust on the floor
The hum of power tools
My hands building what my mind saw
I remember
The frustrations etched into my soul
When my soul was not at peace
And Death layed inside my being
I remember
When the music didn't come
When the words did not flow
When creating didn't happen
I remember
Wishing for my memory
To remove
Everything that I could remember
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