Words were a constant
I though that words were a constant
I used them when a voice wasnt enough because you dont need a voice to have a voice.
It doesn't work anymore
I try to picture the words falling into a coherent pattern and all I get it nothing
nothing
I am nothing now
My words are me
I have no words, they were taken by force
A force I couldn't stop
I cant stop this
I cant fix this
I dont know because I am nothing
I am not the daughter they think nor they son they wish
I am nothing
I am not
I am
I am
YOU ARE READING
Turquoise Sunsets
PoetryA collection of my poetry. Some of them I am actually quite proud of, some of them I just wanted to write. There are a bunch of different styles and topics, and I hope that you enjoy! I will probably update at least once a week if not more. Not all...
