There are so many things I see and feel
So many things that just can't be said
They must be told
With splotches of jet back ink
Slashes of ABC
The feeling of getting lost
Gazing into the vast sky
Like entering dark woods with trees stretching high
Like wandering the deep blue seas
On a modest sailboat
Simply allowing the salty breeze to caress your cheek
and take you to places you've never been
You feel so small yet so big
You feel so trapped yet so free
You feel confidence coursing through your veins
Struggling against controlling fear
The feelings that you can't express
The emotions that only your words possess
Opinions and thoughts you can finally confess
YOU ARE READING
Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
