i want to write
something
anything,
sad most especially.
but i just couldn't have
the right words to describe
and pour them out
on the canvas
without splattering
and appearing messy.
afraid i would
look like a fool
that even saying these
makes me feel like so.
because a cloud
of dark thoughts
surround the skies,
obliterating
covering
the sun
i was yearning
to see
and birds flying
free.
YOU ARE READING
coffee stains
Poetrythe cracks on this cup still remains, its stains still unwashed.
