Broken phrases
Heap
like plastic
in our oceans
Words don't rhyme
Anymore
they're drifting further from the shore
Writing stops
abruptly.
Cause: writers block.
The words no longer flock
like birds
A heavy pen
ran out again
No ink
No colour
hands find another lover.
Sentences stay
incomplete
pushing us
towards defeat
We write
the words that discover
our lovers'
uncharted perks.
We're all just longer poems
that needed a little work.
-Tronel V.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
Broken phrases
Heap
like plastic
in our oceans
Words don't rhyme
Anymore
they're drifting further from the shore
Writing stops
abruptly.
Cause: writers block.
The words no longer flock
like birds
A heavy pen
ran out again
No ink
No colour
hands find another lover.
Sentences stay
incomplete
pushing us
towards defeat
We write
the words that discover
our lovers'
uncharted perks.
We're all just longer poems
that needed a little work.
-Tronel V.
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