Empty , just a vacant void page of nothingness,
Asphyxiating me slowly till me I choke,
And beg for my release, a hold, a throttle,
I lost my bottle, my dignitys broke.
Stupid words of resentment,
verbal skill that will not speak,
Strenuously pulling through my veins till it halts,
My falls my faults, I let my confidence leak
A blank page, no vowels, no words of hate,
No metaphors, no similes, no bawl,
Impairing normal vision, infects my soul,my mind,
I hate to find you smile, when I fall
I stop. I wait. Iambic beats thumping through my brain,
Simple beats of words that seem to flow
Words I can convey but yet refrain,
from my own pen like a river I know
Copyright ©2009 Donna Louise Buckler
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