I pull out words
As if they were
Teeth
Exposing the gummy center
And tarred lies
Beneath
The extraction leaves some
Ragged
Others
Broken
Empty socket waiting to be
Filled
Its other half
Stolen
Can lethargic scribbles
On a porcelain
Sheet
Lift this leaden heart
To dance to a swifter
Beat?
Maybe tomorrow,
But not Today.
So don't focus on results
Instead train yourself to
Say:
**** these thoughts,
I'll rest this weary
Head
Inspiration may be
Waiting
Sound asleep in my
Bed
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
I pull out words
As if they were
Teeth
Exposing the gummy center
And tarred lies
Beneath
The extraction leaves some
Ragged
Others
Broken
Empty socket waiting to be
Filled
Its other half
Stolen
Can lethargic scribbles
On a porcelain
Sheet
Lift this leaden heart
To dance to a swifter
Beat?
Maybe tomorrow,
But not Today.
So don't focus on results
Instead train yourself to
Say:
**** these thoughts,
I'll rest this weary
Head
Inspiration may be
Waiting
Sound asleep in my
Bed
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