I hold nothing back, I just dont hide
Life is like a book, blank and open wide
Ink that I use, is the blood that I choose
About life and more about life!
Yet the pages are blank, hopelessly spotless!
I havent written a poem for a long time now. Its a dry spell. I am distracted and its not helping. I need to write and write to get a grip on myself. I seem to be slipping away into oblivion. And its not upto me to stop myself. My anchor is broken.