I am stuck.
The motion around me, the bustle of life
Keeps me in its clenched fist.
Despite the life I believe to have,
I feel it is not true.
I am stuck.
My desires cannot be explained
No even to myself.
I wish to be creative, yet...
I remain stuck.
Forever trapped in the never-ending cycle
That we call life.
I want to write- to be good at it
To explore the inter-wrokings of my own mind
However, my brain keeps me shut down, locked,
Stuck....
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The Littlest of Things
PoetryThings I write because I can. I am mostly new to poetry, but I do enjoy it. These are just small poems that I came up with randomly and may or may not have meaning. Some are fictional some are real. Some are completely made of up some are based on...
