looking at this empty page
convincing my fingers to move
convincing the letters to get out
trying to form these sentences
inside my head
that slowed down
the thought got stuck
somewhere
in between
me and this pen
the connection of me
between myself
seems slow
seems
useless
staring at my fingers
convincing to set my words
tired they seem
what should i do now
with this empty page
without the mindfull thought
with this cold stare
through this empty wall
YOU ARE READING
a loop of limitless colors and infinite freedom
PoetryThis book is a collection of my own poetry. It describes love, hate, passion, compassion and obsession. It is fictional and not recommended for reading after traumatic changes in life. This is however, my deep down inner world and I have been told m...
