Ale A A Poet Free verse

Missing You

I’m block can’t flow
All in my head
But my pen suspend in mid air
Refuse to dance on these pages
Without you I am just a shell 
On a beach waiting to be discovered
I need these words expressed
My dependable therapist on break
These feeling needs an outlet
Dying to communicate
Chocking on my own vomit
Lips sewn shut 
Friend …remove these locks
Furnish me with the key that changes meanings
The meal that fills and satisfies
My communication companion Mr Expression

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Pace Ink-U-Script March 26, 2013 at 5:39 AM Great twist on this write here!! "But my pen suspend in mid air, Refuse to dance on these pages"..love that line..love your word play. And its always a pleasure to see you stop by.

Jack Jordan March 25, 2013 at 9:54 AM I too view writing as a therapist, though not always dependable. A laptop screen is my paper, but the familiar scritching of pen on paper is missing; something of a loss. Fine writing. Jack

Anne-Lise Andresen March 13, 2013 at 6:50 AM Abigail, it's a lovely poem!!!! :) - Have a nice day. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Jack Ellison March 10, 2013 at 4:24 AM Now I KNOW this poem must be about me!!! I've always been known as "the meal that fills and satisfies"! LOL Absolutely love this one my dear Abigale... big big hugs! xoxox

Raul Moreno March 9, 2013 at 10:07 PM Mr. Expression seems to be many people's communication companion. Nice work.