Monday, September 19, 2011

No matter how you try:

I have gotten into poetry, of sorts.
But then my thoughts and emotions give me the retort:

I have no words for these things.

These things that bring my heart to a shuddering halt.
Kicked, damaged and bruised.
But where is the news?

I don't want to be the designer of my own catastrophe.
All I want to do is all God has asked of me.
Yet my ears are filled with undulating cacophony.
My thoughts are droning.
On and on and on,
I can't find the words to undress the duress of the bully in my brain-
driving me insane-
this desire for more.

The desire of what?

But here, I refrain.

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