idk why i write anymore
there's dust on my notebook
from the weeks i've left it slump on the floor
the cover is well put together
tho one of the pages tore
i pick it up in hopes of inspiration
just to throw it back in the drawer
unsettled mind
i lose myself trying to rewind
where it all began
why does my heart rapidly pound traveling down my spine & all thru my bones
thoughts are uneasy
as i stay daydreaming
forever restless
this feeling inside me is relentless
leaves me breathless
perhaps that's how i perceive it
perhaps i've been dealing with
the sorrows of my self pity enough for me to believe it
brings me to my knees
some might call it a disease
inside i'm screaming help me please
on the outside to put my audience at ease
i lay on a smile
look at me
happily hiding.
About the Creator
jas .
23. freestyle writer. improv is my best friend. words are my escape and so somehow writing became my passion.
@poeticjas_ on twitter for feedback.
i have a fb page ( poetic jas)
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