Words that tremble and quake and shiver and shake and no sense they will make and energy they take for fear that is fake but fears will awake and the head will ache and it's all down to one stupid mistake.
These words have no form but my mind is a storm and words they deform and stray from the norm and myself I will scorn because my patience has been ever so worn.
I cannot make sense of my blissful ignorance an no matter the expense it makes no difference. I'm stuck in this sequence, for I've no defence; this is all nonsense, all of my expense.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
