I tap my fingers on the keyboard,
Trying to write a poem,
I write and erase,
Erase and erase and erase.
My mind is blank,
Nothing is striking me,
I am trying to feel,
All there is to appeal,
But nothing I can pen down,
No emotions I can stitch.
I slurp the coffee beside me,
Its too sugary I think,
And keep it down beside me,
With a loud bang.
It startles me, the bang,
And I look to my side,
Tearing my eyes away from the screen.
I mutter under my breath,
Carefully looking around,
I would definitely be in trouble,
If mom saw!
She would start again,
Scolding and lecturing about attention,
Telling me to be careful,
Berating me.
She would go on and on,
Telling me about possibilities,
Chances of the coffee spilling,
The potential danger of the mug cracking.
I would mentally sigh,
And in extreme cases,
I would unconsiously,
Mutter out loud,
And there it would start again,
Triggering another series of lectures.
I shrug off the thoughts quick,
And look to my screen again,
But my mind is empty again.
Maybe I will write some other day,
Some other time.
YOU ARE READING
The Storms of My Mind
PoetryWords stiched into beautiful poems, singing the story of my life. Some short poems, inspired by incidents in my life, which have thought me to continue no matter what. Read these poems, written instead of diary entries, and transport yourself to...
