People tell me
"Not to confine my poetry
to rhyming words."
But how can I paint a picture?
When words are flat
No life,
No song,
Inspiration is allusive. As my paranoia. Is all I see in the mirror
Afraid to screw up
For faces I've never seen,
Voices I've never heard,
But with only a few crippling words
I force myself to move onward
My soul only deterred,
Not stopped.
My thoughts no longer racing
I begin taking each step at a time
Till there’s safety in my sanity
Once more.......... |