BREATHE.
I ask myself
How am I supposed to write
Create
Envision
When he takes everything
Away
Every last word and paintbrush
Pencil and thought
Is stripped from my well being
I don't see a writer when I see
Myself
Rather a product
Of his destruction
His war
I realize
And I can't hear myself
I can't ask myself
To breathe
YOU ARE READING
daydream [journal]
Poetrymy everyday thoughts, poems, prose pieces and such. - Copyright @hartklutz All Rights Reserved. All work in this book belongs to me and it is not permissible for it to be distributed, either electronically or manually, without permission from me.