Sunday, March 6, 2022
7:46 PM
Blank Paper In Front Of Me
Pencil In My Hand
Yet Nothing Is Coming Out
Every Thought Jumbled
I Cant Understand My Own Brain
How Did This Happen
Paper And Pencil Used To Be
My Favorite Place
I Could Let My Feelings Out Here
Now I Don’t Know
What I Feel
And I Cant Get It Out
Feels Like EveryThing Is Stuck
I Just Want To
Let It All Out
WhatEver It Is
My Heart Cant Handle
This Trapped Emotional Spiral
Got Me Feeling Like
I Feel Too Much
And Don’t Feel Enough
At The Same Time
How Does This Happen
When Did Life Become Too Much
When Did I Lose My Ability To Manage
Why Cant I Turn This Blank Paper
Into Art
Like I Used To
I Just Want Me Back
About the Creator
JLovee
Poet. Story Teller. Not Here For A Long Time Just A Good Time..
In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
By Lisa VanGalen3 days ago in Fiction
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