This simple, complicated life.

Home.

- No poems written today.
No words spoken today.
Just scribbling on paper.
Hope it helps later
For writing poetries.
It won't.
Too much scribbling- words cut and rewritten
only to be cut again.
Frustration evident on my face
No words to articulate this feeling.
Just
A heart heavy
From emotions and
Mind chaotic
From possibilities.
Hope dancing like rustling leaves
Smiling like an angel
At my misery.
I circle down again,
Isolating myself
Turning my heart to stone
And poisoning my mind
To sleep forever.
I come home again.