Not a poet ((etheree))

by Brookie   Oct 1, 2015


I'm
Not a
Poet now,
The words have left
Me alone as I
Trip over my own tongue.
When did I lose who I was?
Old writes haunt me now like nightmares
And meaningless text spurts from my pen,
Please save me from the hell I reside in.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Cindy

    Great job on this poetry form
    Take care Cindy

  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I agree with Cassie, this is great. You have clearly written about the anguish felt by a talented poet with writers block. All this in a strict format. You are on fire girl!!

    Well done,

    Take care,

    Michael

  • 8 years ago

    by cassie hughes

    If this is from someone who isn't a poet I'd hate to see something from someone who is.

    Beautifully done. It flows so easily and expresses so much. That insecurity we all face sooner or later when words play hide and seek and everything we write seems shallow and wrong.

    I believe though that the poet within may sometimes sleep, it never goes away. Maybe it is just biding its time...

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