The Dust

I feel kind of stuck

Like I’m jammed between two walls

 

There’s so much I have to say

Such a power screaming to be heard

 

But when I try to put it onto paper

The words lose meaning

 

Erase

 

Rewrite

 

Crumple

 

Throw

 

Try again

 

Erase

 

My pages are smeared with the hopes

Of something that never was

 

That’s been rolled off of pages

To fall into the corners with dust

 

And I think the dust has crept

Into the crevices of my mind

 

Because my thoughts are choking

And my fingers are hesitating

 

Will things like these ever pass?

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You have to shake yourself really hard...like a vacant house draped with white blankets...you just clean up the piles and start new again...easier said than done...but what do you have to lose...when you're rock bottom...just get up and do it...no questions asked...

[Pawprints]

Yes, exactly. Wonderful. Thank you.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

U r welcome...get me a wake up call...I had to shake the dust out this morning...

[Layteebug]

I love this poem. It's a perfect representation of what many writers go through. The section of one-worded lines is brilliant. I did find just a couple things that you might consider checking... Did you mean "loose" as in not tightly fit, or "lose" as in ceasing to retain something? Also, the word "of" is not grammatically proper in "That’s been rolled off of pages", but if you like the rhythm, then it's just fine. And this line: "And I think the dust has crept Into the crevices of my mind" is really awesome. :) Thank you for writing this clever piece.

[Pawprints]

Thanks :)
And I will change those mistakes, thanks for pointing them out to me!

[Layteebug]

You're welcome! I'm glad I could be of service :D You are very talented.