What can I say
That hasn't already been said?
Is there a point to naming
All of the demons in my head?
Once poetry flew through me
Emotions given form and voice
But life can drown the sound of inspiration
Its wonderful distracting noise
Now all I do is show you fractions
Of thoughts
Of feelings
Of my soul
Each word a complex interaction
Each poem an abstract of my whole
Perhaps it's what they call adulthood
When inspiration doesn't start and end with pain
When looking back at poems born from the anguish
Only the memory of passion still remains
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Image: Selfie.
P.S. - Still going through a massive fibro flare, so writing coherent content is not very easy at this time. So instead of in-depth articles and cool short stories, here's a cryptic poem.
Even just a word sometimes means a world!! Greetings and all the best!! :)
Thank you! <3
Well written @techslut !
And glad to see you writing in the midst of it, well done!
Thank you! I will survive this fibro flare, and then high quality content will return. Promise.
I know you will. Looking forward :)
Beautiful poetry with beautiful words
truly real,thanks
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