Balled up papers.
Ripped and strewn around the room.
The wastebasket is full - overflowing.
Head in hands.
Nails digging into skin.
Groans escaping lips.
Eyebrows furrowed together.
Lips pursed.
The pen is lying on the paper.
The page is filled with scribbles.
The writers stares blankly -
Trying to concentrate.
Trying to write.
Trying to finish.
Jumbled thoughts.
Shaking hands.
Blurred vision.
Unable to concentrate.
Unable to write.
Unable to finish.
Frustration takes over.
Consumes the writer - makes them hopeless.
The page is gone.
Ripped out.
Balled up.
On the floor.
The pen is gone.
Thrown against a wall,
Laying on the floor.
Out of sight,
Out of mind.
If only that's how it worked.
The writer is terrorized,
Upset.
Angry.
Wishing it was done,
Written and edited.
But all their efforts,
All their attempts,
Are lying on the floor around them,
Rejected.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written for about two years. Some are a lot more recent than that, and they cover a wide range of topics. If you don't want to read one, don't. They go in no particular order. Any comments and critiques would be ve...
