#timepoor
The missing takes hold gripping like a noose
The words choked out of existence
A blink of thought
Like trying to catch words of thunder flashing through rolling clouds
Waiting for the deluge of word soaked verse only to watch it Roll by overhead
without a drop off to nourish some other poets pen.
Life churns the seas of revelations
but the waves won't let me catch a breath for a beat.
Dry pen, parched paper and a world to soak in inches from the shore
A shipwreck smothered by the sand
I count the stars instead
An estimate in a glance
As I Think of the endless possibilities
And how insignificant I am
That the words that i have captured
Remain the legacy of what there is
When of words there is nothing to gain
But the release of joy and pain
Into the universe
and if not written will not remain.
Then I am but a blink of ink that mearly left a smudge
Barely enough to stain.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 8:40 AM UTC