Thursday, January 13, 2011

Word Sickness

Thoughts and words
pound on my mind;
pacing around
they can't find a way out.

My writing has no meaning
anymore;
they are just
jumbled up letters
with nothing special about them.

I'm sick with
forced poems
and thoughts.
My mouth stings with bile
from word-vomiting,
and yet I still stick
my metaphorical fingers
into my throat,
hoping something
that makes sense comes out.

I need to regain my senses
and feelings.
I need to rest
until the sickness of mine
is healed.





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