"I'm Scared To Write" November 29, 2011
This is a silly poem I wrote in my leather journal last year when reflecting upon an old romance. I used to write poetry for him and about him all the time, so naturally to write in a poetic form made me think of him. As a result, and for the longest time, I couldn't write this way. I look forward to embracing poetic inspiration again, to make up for lost time.
This is a silly poem I wrote in my leather journal last year when reflecting upon an old romance. I used to write poetry for him and about him all the time, so naturally to write in a poetic form made me think of him. As a result, and for the longest time, I couldn't write this way. I look forward to embracing poetic inspiration again, to make up for lost time.
I'm scared to write.
listen to how that sounds.
I'm a fool who cowers, regrets and remembers
he used to be everywhere
the passion to my pen
he used to deliver, but never again.
I used to write fluently,
like a dripping faucet on a drizzly day
you see...
ink dripping and splattering
along the way.
I'm scared to write!
because my passion is unknown
I write for what I do not know.
once for love, but only once and no more.
I'm writing without direction,
without a map or an oar...
I'm scared to write!
I'm scared of the turnout.
my pen is lighter,
the lines are thin.
No more words accept this
is it.
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