Crowded mind.
Littered thoughts.
Scrambled emotions.
A blank page.
A tumultuous story.
Rough and raw.
Nagging at me.
A blank page.
Flawed characters.
Broken and complicated.
Attempting to squeeze out of my thoughts.
A blank page.
The ideas persist.
Pounding,
Pounding,
Against my forehead.
Begging to be written.
But no.
My story remains untold.
A blank page.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Right Brain
PoetrySome silly, some not. Some lighthearted, some littered with thought. Some passionate, some numb. Some so clever, some outright dumb. Some more cautious, some bursting with tears. Some revealing memories, some unveiling my fears. So here's my heart...
