They jump around, leap and bound
I keep telling them, to hop a bit less,
Words don't come to me
My head is in a mess.
Now here, now there, no control anywhere,
These haywire thoughts are increasing my stress,
Words don't come to me
My head is in a mess.
Gone is the time, when with ease I could write,
Now even a line is a struggle, no matter how hard I press,
Words don't come to me
My head is in a mess.
What will become of me, filled with these half formed ideas,
Maybe I don't even want to guess,
Words don't come to me
My head is in a mess.
A topic abandoned , a line half written,
There drowns my dream, of becoming an authoress,
Words don't come to me
My head is in a mess.
3 comments:
A poem well written, a thought well expressed,
I think now is the time to take some rest,
Words don't come to you,
Your head is in a mess.
:-)
Thoughts well expressed. Hence, words have come to you and you are out of the mess. An authoress is already embedded in you and you needn't say its a dream. Dream has already come true since you have written few lines.. Blessings are always with you and you are not anymore in the blue... :-) Keep it up!! Keep posting more...
Thank you...makes me feel good about writing
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