I sit down here
A pen in one hand
My heart in the other,
And I can’t find a way,
Can’t find the words
To link the two.
I used to be so eloquent
Putting feelings into words
But now I just feel so lost
As my pen stills
On the blank paper
That’s become my enemy.
I’ve got these emotions inside
Locked up so far down
And I don’t know how
When, or why I lost contact
But I want it back
Before I lose myself.
I feel like I’m in a labyrinth
Chilled to the bone
Watching the leaves
Become bitten with frost
Before I realize, that right there
Is my own doing.
Passion, love, embrace
All are words in a foreign tongue
Paint me a picture of these words
So I can reach out
And touch the warmth
Again.
Please tell me what you think
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Lovely poem, especially for one bemoaning a lack of eloquence.
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Minimalist that I sometimes am, it seems that the first stanza IS the poem--everything else follows from that remarkable image of pen and heart.
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