Echo Seeker

Artist's Irritation

You know that moment you want to write,

To explain a feeling, thought, or plight;

But nothing comes to mind to say,

And you're left with such terrible dismay.

 

The urge to tell what's in one's mind,

Is a feeling that will leave you blind;

To all other goings on that day,

While you brainstorm to portray,

 That little thought that won't go away. 

Comments1

  • siranswerer

    words stuck in your head,
    while youre stuck in bed,
    a moments thought, with no where to go,
    respite sought, letters left to sow.



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