Minds blurring from thoughts
words never coming to the core.
Creating a sentence, structure
a road to creation.
Blurred off ground.
Trees racing past. Not caught.
Never catching the green, brown.
Essence escapes.
Black. Black.
A bad color for one who needs light;
to open that door beyond.
Where the words are seen,
the thoughts don't blur
Another sentence structure.
Author notes
This is the first poem thing..which goes right through me, no edit..I have written in months. It was supposed to be about why I am not writing...I was going to start with Falling, but I realized that is a regular thing for me..soo I started with that. Hopefully you find it semi good at the least.
What is your perception of this poem? How do you feel about it? Whatcha think?
Comments
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very good
i liked the wording, very nice. i'm glad to see you still write. how have you been?
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