Many days now

I’ve avoided the page

And turned my hand

To other, less-intrusive


My soul had become too ugly

For me to behold

My thoughts too incriminating

For my morality to direct

As an alternative

My mind turned

Like a robot on itself

Feeding on the abhorrent mass

With more vigor

Than a sky clouding over

Hand became idle

Heart sealed shut

The fountain of words –

Published by alexiima

Life's a party in a sunflower field. Even when we wilt, we are beautiful to behold.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create your website with
Get started
%d bloggers like this: