I sat by my window sill,
My mind drawing a blank
I couldn't think of anything,
My creativity shrank
I wanted to write a thousand words,
But not one seemed just right
I tried to tackle the writer's block,
But my head didn't want a fight.
I'd already written about love and pain,
And all things in between
Rage, sorrow, jealousy,
Anything that I'd seen
I wrote about change and war,
About fighting for what I'd believed
I wrote from my heart, my mind and soul,
My goals I'd already achieved.
I'd written about the tears, the smiles,
The whole galaxy
I'd written about the stars and the moon,
And what you'd meant to me
I wrote about the grief, the lies,
The friendships ending in hate
I wrote about my universe,
My fantasies and fate.
I'd written about everything,
Yet the fire in me still burned
I'd poured it out with ink and paper,
But then the tables in me had turned
Sure I'd written about love and pain,
Rage and ecstacy
But one thing that I never wrote,
Was what I wanted to see.
From then on, I wrote about everlasting love,
A world with equality
I wrote about girls who went to school,
Who had opportunities
I wrote about what I loved around me,
Like glee and felicity
I wrote about sunsets and star-filled skies,
I wrote about you and me.
~Via
I don't need to search long and hard for inspiration, when all I need in the world lies right before me.
YOU ARE READING
Paroxysm |✓
PoetryYou ask people about love, They tell you about heartbreak. You ask people about smiles, But when aren't they fake? You ask people about sorrow, And their words could fill oceans. So if you want to hear mine, Here's my whirlwind of emotions. • •...
