Saturday, 13 September 2014


How can I write of beauty
When my heart is dark
How can I write of life and joy
When my mind is creacked

The words form in my mind
Waiting for me to put pen to page
Yet in between thoughts and ink
They fade, and change

Perhaps if I was to speak
Talk of the sights I see with eyes closed
But the words fail before they leave my mouth
As standing there I'm posed

Ready to speak
Ready to write

A blank page stares accusingly at me
Waiting for those words of beauty
Words to bring tears to joy
These words only hurt me
As they slowly escape

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