Written,
Crumpled up,
Full of words, thoughts, emotions.
Sentences and texts forgotten,
Abandoned,
Wasted,
Lay, in the sheets spreaded across the floor, unfinished.
And once again I recommence,
Re-think,
All I've lived, all I've said,
All I see and feel.
And then I feel frail and strong,
And I feel joy,
And I feel rage,
And all in me is contradiction.
And again I write, I erase and recommence.
In my thoughts and feelings I trip,
I pour all I am,
All that goes in my mind,
In my soul,
And with fury I cast away this sheet among so many others around me.
New sheet,
New title,
Same end.
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