Cloud over my eyes and make me blind,
Deafen my ears, I won't mind.
Too many thoughts and too many fears.
Too many dreams, too little years.
A broken brain and an impaired heart too,
Trembling fingers, pain too true.
Words too many and sense not enough,
Gentleness gone, turned rough.
Hands unsteady and manners unked,
Eyelids heavy, inside: dead.
YOU ARE READING
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.
