"Benighted"
One needs inspiration they say
To create a marvellous piece of art.
But how can you decipher a way
To fix this broken heart?
Enthralling metaphors, all well thought-out
The clash of emotions from deep inside
These sentiments I sorely doubt
The feeling frustrates me, how can I focus and hide?
Sometimes, you just don't know what to write anymore
You pour it all, from deep down your very core
Your head's a mess, your mind-set is bleak
And the truth lies ahead your body so sick.
The ink-black nib builds calligraphy
In a sheet of paper where you settled to vent
But ideas just won't pop out simultaneously
Enmity to words wasn't simple meant.
See now? Why oh why did my poem sucked?
Though I relinquished my emotions so abrupt
Aiming of the impossible, assuming again
This doleful pain overcomes my entirety, even my pen.
-10/20/12
