I cant write anymore
Its just a bunch if words
Jumbled inside my brain
That make no sense
I can only use so many synonyms
For a single word.
I string a line of expressions
That mean a big fat zero.
Written with great intensity
And its utter garbage.
I read and read til the letters blur
And my mind cant even fathom
What I might have meant
Writing about monsters
And voices soft and loud
And geysers shooting colours
And doctors opening my soul
And dead flowers with pink bows
And I cant perceive
A single thought expressed .
Its all just trash
Take it to the curb
And help me wash it
From my eyes and my mind
And from the pen that
Dared to write the refuse.
I dont want to even let
The ink dry.
Toss out the whole book
Don’t keep a page
Its only a reminder
Of one more out of many ways
I have failed.
My muse carries the quill
As I show her to the door
No more hushed conversations
I no longer speak poetry.
I dont understand her anymore.
The pen has been retired
Farewell to the hours wasted
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