Street Lights

Half written poems

I haven't finished a poem in months
Writing isn't an outlet I've used
Not often at least
I curl up alone
And think
Keep everything in
Let me float away
Let the tears fall
They can't fall
And I can't float away
I'm stuck in one place
Being drowned in think black sludge
The Ravens fly away with every last piece of me
And for now I'm stuck here
Slowly sinking
In the pit
Of black tar
I haven't written because
I can't anymore