So I want to write a poem
that is both intriguing and beautiful
but I posses no inspiration, nor imagination
at this point.
So I decided to write what I am
experiencing here and now.
My mind is empty of thoughts,
my daydreams become reflections
rather than isolated bubbles of inner peace.
Now I am wondering if I can keep going.
I am scared I will throw this away,
forget about this moment...
and that one,
and that one.
Fear is a part of life but
I don't want it to be.
I would rather be ignorant than
flinch every time my mind wanders
towards death.
Thoughts are so temporary,
I feel unstable and I need closure.
I guess that is how everyone lives,
on their toes.
I just want to disappear
and forget
and ponder
and never lose inspiration again.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
So I want to write a poem
that is both intriguing and beautiful
but I posses no inspiration, nor imagination
at this point.
So I decided to write what I am
experiencing here and now.
My mind is empty of thoughts,
my daydreams become reflections
rather than isolated bubbles of inner peace.
Now I am wondering if I can keep going.
I am scared I will throw this away,
forget about this moment...
and that one,
and that one.
Fear is a part of life but
I don't want it to be.
I would rather be ignorant than
flinch every time my mind wanders
towards death.
Thoughts are so temporary,
I feel unstable and I need closure.
I guess that is how everyone lives,
on their toes.
I just want to disappear
and forget
and ponder
and never lose inspiration again.
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