My Page

Standard

I think I lost my way.
My pen can’t seem to find my page.
I’m writing upon the air,
My creativity seemingly from nowhere.
And even when it’s here,
With me,
It’s elsewhere,
Far from free.
I don’t know how I could have lost my mind.
My spirit is here,
Alive, but trampled.
I don’t know what attacked,
Nor how or where,
But the nothingness is ample,
I’ll give you this sample.
My mind has since betrayed me.
I don’t think my page is done,
But maybe it needs some clearing.
Or maybe it requires some unbeknownst demand.
Hands in cuffs,  it’s time for a reprimand.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s