I don't know
how to write
this poem,
nor what it's
meaning is or what
it's suppose to say.
Lately words have
escaped my grasp
and left me
with an unmoving pen
and blank lined paper
to taunt me.
My thoughts still
spin like a mini
twister in my head
yet the words
won't form poetic
sentences that aren't
as dull as a brown
cardboard box.
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Havoc
PoetryEvery story deserves to be told just as everyone has the right to live. This just happens to be my story. *A collection of 50 poems*
