In the mire of my thoughts
I can't decipher this lock
Can't even break it nor be given a shock
Turns out my head only pours out small ink blots
Blocked and being held back
No colors to paint a canvas
No rope to hold on as my head is swallowed by a black, murky mass
Frustration and desperation is making my head crack.
Help....Me...
YOU ARE READING
In Water
PoetryA book of poems of a normal yet weird writer. Hope you like my stuff . - TheBrushette (Majority of the stuff is at my Tumblr account and IG (For art stuff) )
