My words are meaninglessA thoughtless jibber jabberExpressions of emotionSomething to fill the hour
Category: poetry
Writers Block
You are the blank spaces between My missing words and inactivity The bottom feeder on my creativity You are the stark white paper The harsh lines on the page Are the bars on my minds cage You are the brain fog Muddling my thoughts The rusty Padlock You are writers block
Consumed By Pain
I’m so tired of being in pain And I’m having to refrain From screaming at the world It wears on your soul And leaves a dark hole With the fear of falling in I don’t want to be consumed Or feel like I’m doomed I wish for one normal day For my pain to go…
Not the Same
Yes I smile, And all the while I lie, I’m hurting all the time, And so I cry, I’m the perfect portrait, Of hidden pain, Off loss & gain, I am not the same. Crohn’s disease has definately changed me – and while I wrote this when I was going through a really tough time, …
