Alas

By EpheLuwe

Tue, 12 Jan 2010
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4 comments
 

Ink drops
From pen
Almost drips
The words
Out of my thoughts
Lucidly forming shapes

A snake on the paper
Forming an S, a T
An I
-ING,
Stinging bitter memory
The inspirations for my words
Stinging rolling tears
Lolling on my face
For what seems like eternity

No-one really understands
Being in an abyss
Being void
Devoid of it all
These reds
These blues
Purples
Greens

Going nowhere
Lacking it all
Passion
Define me
Vanity
Find me

And the poetry...

Why not lay down my pen?

Tis an extra limb
Displaying my soul
For all to see
Sometimes
I believe
It is the reason I can’t feel

So I will lay down my pen
Sever that limb
With sickle
A cloth torn at the hem
It will be torn through
Utterly split
I will return
Burdened with truth again

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Comments

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
I think every writer fights with their pen and gets frustrated at times - and you've beautifully personified this feeling! Love the description of the pen as an extra limb! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by shoe on
A wonderful internal struggle,:~}

 

Submitted by EpheLuwe on
Thank you MistakenMagic and shoe :) This is my last poem for a while mainly because I lack inspiritation right now. Im going to start writing story's then maybe return to poetry later on. It will be an interestin journey. Thank you for appreciating my last :) -Oscuro

Stains..

Submitted by Yazmin on
Hey Ephraim I totally get how you feel, I feel exactly the same, but dont give up, you'll get inspired eventually. I enjoyed reading this. Yaz x

Yaz