uninspired

something out of nothing

Feeling down and out with nothing good to shout

I sit looking out my window at dreams cut in bloom

Is it me or is it the world that has me feeling blue?

The inside job I must do to stop this crimson bruise

Aching in my mind trying to find

what I wish to convey to you

Feel so lost in my thoughts

but I gathered some just for you



Contrite over things I know I must change

I've made it this far so why switch lanes

Am I to blame for my loss

of creative balanced thought

In a world where things appear to be off

Hey I have a buck is that bridge for me?

Give me it all I'm sad to be



I've fallen down with the need to get back up

holding on to all I love to keep out of this rut

Poet or story teller which do you see?

I haven't a clue but both spill from me

Always will I give you a spin of my world

my own personal touch

Sending love around the world

a kiss for you from me

Author's Note

I post here but no one reads its all good I put this up for the one friend I have here she knows who she is.

Reviews

[Emily B]

you are definitely both, sometimes it takes a while to get noticed, you have to keep at it though, posting and reviewing . . . you should be read

[An Ordinary Woman]

Smiles. Yup. She knows.

And Diggy don't be down ya gots ur words. and those mean mean a lot & even more as time goes by. Methinks your both a poet and a story teller.

I love your poem!