I Write Poetry
i cannot pen it on paper
nor nail it with a tack
it slithers through my mind,
painting the walls black.
it muffles my ears
with soundless tones,
shaking my thoughts and
rattling my bones.
i cannot pen it on paper
nor nail it with a tack
it slithers through my mind,
painting the walls black.
it muffles my ears
with soundless tones,
shaking my thoughts and
rattling my bones.