I can’t write anymore
I can’t
I can’t
Words and verses embrace my lungs and bones,
but nothing reaches my mind
My fingers constantly roam the keys,
yet, nothing seems to be right,
and I
feel hard to breathe.
I keep looking for pretty words
Where are they
Where are they
I need them, desperately
to describe my weary days
Oh I am sad, Lord knows I have been unhappy
That I must pour it all out
No matter how chaotic
How unlovely my words may sound.
Still, it’s a mess
Still,
I will write it all down
With the hope to find
The right words
Once again.