My brain melts the words
before they reach my mouth
so I drip feed them to the pen
attached to my hand
drip the melted words like paint
in hope of revitalisation
as it moves across the lined page
scratching my creativity into its essence
Only to find...
the poet within is missing
hiding between the rock and a hard place
from the fire within my brain
away from the bombshells
melting words before she can grasp them
burning her poetic melody to dust
clouding the mind with black smoke and bombshells rubble...
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2022 00:33
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Comments2
Good write Kitty.
A lovely write.
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