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
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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