I toil with words
Bending and shaping the phrases
Into impossible shapes; they break
Incapable of holding
My thoughts, fears, emotions,
Tearing under the weight of my hopes and dreams
Scraps of paper flutter down around me
Like helicopter seed pods
Recipe for a cut and past ransom note
I am a prisoner
Of my own mind
Shackled, in chains of circular reasoning
On a train of thought, going nowhere
And still I toil with words
Searching for the ones
That will finally
Set
Me
Free.
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PoetryI am a stargazer, Tracing constellations Through galaxies of free floating thought, Distilling the contents of my scattered mind Into clearer images, And painting them across the insides Of my night-dark eyelids. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #118 (6/20...
