The Words
Gripping my pen in desperation
Waiting for the words to appear
Slowly it travels from my brain
But just as quickly disappears
The words don’t want to come
They are stuck in the abyss so full of pain
The pain that stifles my creation to the
Point of no salvation, the words so sweet
And gentle hide behind the dense fog of
my imagination. What a nuisance this can be
Tortured thru my own mechanization
Copyright © Carmen Penchi Aka Sunshine | Year Posted 2016
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