inspiration
is hard to find
when every little thing can be overanalysed
i want to write and let my feelings fly free
they have been caged inside me
for so long
other writers will look at a tree
and see the workings of the universe
carved into the bark
but i can sit for hours on end
pen in hand and
nothing
because i cannot truly be free
a filter blocks my purest thoughts
because when they are written down
they come alive and dance on the page
and they mock me for ever having thought
that i was human enough to do this
and i put down my virtual pen
is this my finale then?
YOU ARE READING
l i g h t n i n g s c a r s-poetry
Poetrya collection of poems i have written on varying themes such as sexuality, love, loss, inspiration, creativity, loneliness and anxiety. i promise this isn't as pretentious as it seems. analysis and thoughts are welcome. please psychoanalyse me strang...
