Catastrophe

by Aegis   Apr 23, 2018


40 days and 40 nights have passed as
I've stared expressionless at
the ceiling-

barren.

I tried to muzzle my words along with my heart.

I thought that maybe I could bottle
up the very thing that I've
learned to weaponize.

Truth is,
I can barely pick up a pen without
my fingers itching.

The rains have finally let up,
so maybe I should too.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Aegis

    Took a 40 day time out from writing and i get nominated! Thank youuu:)