I stare at the blank paper
losing the words I intended to write.
Stuck in a room, trapped,
with nothing but cobwebs & dust.
Time is moving on
but my hands are trembling to write.
Afraid to see the words
show the scars I try to hide.
But when will my heart begin to get better
if I don't let anyone read it a bit closer?
YOU ARE READING
Bookworm's Heart (#3 HL:A)
PoesieMy thoughts, books, and the magic they bring. Started: July 20, 2024 Finished: September 30, 2024 #3 poetrycollection #6 prose
