Name My Skeleton ๐Ÿ’€

A restless imagination
thoughts are quickened
and my restless heart beats fast.
Muscles tense and my body aches
lulling over
what my mind
is trying to grasp.

Time is endless
in more ways than one.
I’m stuck
at a stagnate point
and I don’t know
which way
the character should run.

Let dreams fill my mind with hope,
maybe even patience.
Let my heart rest
for a while
amongst the frustration.

“What do I write?”

Anger awakens tears
and words become silent.
I’ll meet the blank page tomorrow
when the world I have imagined
makes more sense.

I can’t help it.
I’m a writer with words,
and words express feeling.
Keeping them in
is detrimental to simply being.
If words were my skin
tattoos would cover it,
But could you name it?


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