I am experiencing a problem with my poetry
I do not know what my next step will be
Wobbly
Stumbling
over syllables and web pages
I am shaking and vibrating
Spot light is blinding
on life's stages
I keep forgetting my lines
So I speak of shoe laces
in leveled metaphors
and the look of their flesh cases was ageless
Yet, I can't stand their faces
Not on this or that knee
It is anxiety
I thought it was mild but its becoming severely
annoying. Faults and fractures
flake my stature
like bark from a tree
Just start running
Evading
Something I do not want to face
Slave trading, soul maiming
while their raiding
I am hidden in the shading
of planets in space
We're all black in this place
No superiority nor disgrace
Just aiding
the next broken person
so they can have a chance in the race.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
I am experiencing a problem with my poetry
I do not know what my next step will be
Wobbly
Stumbling
over syllables and web pages
I am shaking and vibrating
Spot light is blinding
on life's stages
I keep forgetting my lines
So I speak of shoe laces
in leveled metaphors
and the look of their flesh cases was ageless
Yet, I can't stand their faces
Not on this or that knee
It is anxiety
I thought it was mild but its becoming severely
annoying. Faults and fractures
flake my stature
like bark from a tree
Just start running
Evading
Something I do not want to face
Slave trading, soul maiming
while their raiding
I am hidden in the shading
of planets in space
We're all black in this place
No superiority nor disgrace
Just aiding
the next broken person
so they can have a chance in the race.
This is a poem about writer's block. Until I am ready to face my next inner challenge my poetry will suffer. I notice it suffering now.
© March 18th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved
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