The Day I Couldn'T Write
My mind is cleansed
Of all its constructive thought
And I find myself in a place where I cannot write.
So I breathe
If only to remind myself that I am still alive.
My heart is still beating.
For it is my heart that feeds my mind
WIth the creativeness that helps me think,
Helps me write.
I am creative because my heart decides
Who love, how I love.
And it fills me with love.
One so powerfull that it burns my eyes,
For, in her company I dare not blink
For when I blink I close my eyes
And when I close my eyes, I cannot see her
And for that short moment when I have to blink
I feel lost, and yet, safe
For I could always feel a monsters love
Deep inside me,
Where it counts the most
And that is all I need to write.
Copyright © Pravir Dass | Year Posted 2007
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