FumblingA Chapter by J. ViandsFumbling and stumbling Over every line and word I write It’s like pulling teeth lately No anesthesia or
narcotics in sight What became of me? All my mind once had
is quickly slipping away from me Like sand in between
my fingers An old man on his
last leg is how I’m feeling So freely my words
could once flow That was only three
years ago S**t it makes me
sick to think about what greed did At the start all I
wanted was to give the only thing I had to give Look what I did Lied to your face Forgot every artist
is starving Especially the
honest Especially the ones
that aren’t saying what you want to hear Rather they spill
their guts like a good writer would Pray for me, to whatever God you will I could use the help I was in hell but
now I found Dante’s final layer I’m trying not to
stop until I can get out But I find myself
able to speak like a traitor against God Fighting so hard for
strength to move on With no words on my
tongue and an empty heart As faceless as I can
be Nameless as all who
knew me way back when I scream with no
words to speak © 2012 J. ViandsReviews
|
StatsAuthorJ. ViandsLeesburg, VAAboutMy writing is refined in to portfolios I write to much to be able to post all my poetry separately don’t feel obligated to read the whole thing just what you would like… or the whole thi.. more..Writing
|