Psychology

by Michael   Jul 29, 2022


so, here i am once more

alone.

a wilted quill in a pot,
starved of ink.

paper aeroplanes of poor design
carry words i cant describe,

i close my eyes that just makes matters worse

i’m in denial

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  • 4 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Missed your poetry. The images here are strong and speak for themselves, and the last three words are something one can relate to as well. I wonder if we can more adequately admit we are in denial, in words, but when we are having to face ourselves in reality and live... well, it can be much harder. The "starved of ink" says it all, especially when we are hurting and we can't find the strength and energy to possibly express everything accurately. Admire and appreciate your honesty as always, and the way you write the heaviness of what you feel. It's not easy, sending all the best to you.

  • 4 months ago

    by Star

    Good to read something new by you.
    “paper aeroplanes of poor design
    carry words i cant describe, “
    ^
    These two lines made me imagine and remember so many things.

    Hope all is well with you!