Desperation

My fingers rest on the keyboard
Ready to flow over the keys
The bridge between my heart and the paper
But they will not type
For my heart is in conflict
It desires to write of happy things
It wants to speak of sunsets
Of the gentle sparkle of a stream as it gently lays against the landscape
Of innocence and joy and love
And yet the words will not come
First come screams of fury
A malevolent anger bubbling within
Then tears of desperation
As revelation sets in
It wants to write of joy
It needs to write of joy
But how can it?
Only misery fills its crevices
Only the scars of pains clung to
How can it write about sunlight
When all it knows is darkness?

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[OTownPete]

Yep, been there done that. It's okay to slide over to the dark side occasionally, in fact it can often be quite cathartic. Your friend in words, Pete