A weightless book
Clasped in the hands of a weightless woman-
A woman who's heart
has turned to stone,
frozen over like the ice that surrounds the lake.
An empty ocean,
both vast and lonely,
the motivation and strength is not there.
Laziness has begun to
seep through every
nook and cranny,
Cowardice shown in every action,
every word given
by the mouths of the ungrateful
Ungrateful is the author of the human race
The part of the human race inside of a single body
Even the will to write this
is missing
One cannot finish a piece that has not even begun.
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
