I keep trying,
Trying to tear the words from my brain,
To peel these wasted emotions from the floorboards.
They refuse to cooperate, to flow
The way your favorite pen does.
I am failing, knowing
I am missing something.
I'm crumbling these worthless pages,
Each one of them has a void,
Where I left a special place for you.
YOU ARE READING
Lost
PoetryWe all get lost sometimes. Take this journey with me, because we may be lost, but we don't have to do it alone. *Trigger Warning*
