Cut to pieces and strangled with scars
Where's my heart and where's my muse?
Why am I trapped in this little room.
I turn my head to the walls.
Will you leave me too?
Have I lost myself and can I be found?
What happened why did you leave?
Was I such a terrible host that you jumped from my skeleton and left thy mouth?
Where are you words
when my scars become nightmares and my dreams become pleads?
Why have you left me sitting here clicking my pen hoping for the ink to bleed onto my paper?
Emptyness and a hollowed void is all that's left of the writer in me.
Why torment me?
Why paint my skies a array of colors and take it all away?
My emotions are they nothing but a game?
Please come back to me!
I'm screaming and dragging my limp body across the floor searching for my missing piece.
Please words come back to me!
I can't do this today!
Please Let me talk again to the walls
if it means paper and ink.
Oh my poetry.
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Trio Of Words
PoesiePoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
