In semicolons and stanzas
There is not a rhyme to my reason
But a melody that flows like the sands of time
I think in emotion
All emotion all at once
Not really noticeable thought
to fit the circumstance
But a lonely haunted,
hollow feeling
Radiating straight through me
Not really distinguishable ends
But the means to get there
clear and simple
A thought sweeps through my head out of my hand and pen
Flowing flowing flowing
Going going going
Where I'm meant to go
Deep inside myself to find
The shallow emptiness that claims me
My pen can never move quick enough
The thoughts melt away
Leaving me with simple explainations
Leaving me with stanzas and bullet points
No comments:
Post a Comment