I know it's bad when I can't express how I feel
with the quill on thin white lined paper,
I'll try to find the right delicate words
to pour onto the paper
but I keep throwing up nonsense.
I use writing my fragile words
for the world to see
as a form of expressing myself
in ways I can't say out loud
so why can't I express how you make me feel
with my quill that's running out of ink,
once my quill has run out of ink
I have to stop writing
so why do I keep writing these delicate
nonsensical words
wasting what I have left?
YOU ARE READING
The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
