What to Write
I stare at the paper, with this pen in my hand
Unsure what to write..or even if I can.
The thoughts in my mind are jumbled...
They run out of place..
Images divide my writings...
all too fast paced.
I stare at this paper..seeking thoughts to bare...
But my mind becomes such chaos...
I wish to run from here.
With pen in my hand I scribble..
My thoughts flow from my soul..
I stare at this paper, seeking the feelings I know
Not believing the words I've written..
My words seem hollow and cold.