Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Oct 7, 2010 1:04:16 GMT -5
Eh...something I read for my Creative Writing class. Since I'm thinking about including it in my chapbook, I would like feedback/comments/corrections/whole9yards. I am very aware that it might seem disjointed and it doesn't have a rhyme pattern, so no need to mention that; it seriously was on purpose.
The blank lined paper stays in front of me,
Blank as it could ever be.
No thoughts will flow, my head in lock,
But if I give up, I will only fail.
"Push for success" is a bad excuse,
Only placing more pressure for this recluse.
Why can't I find a way
To escape this imprisonment?
I had tried, tried to rid the burden,
But I failed, resolved to never
Take that path again,
Or hurt anyone else.
The scars are still visible on my arm,
Painful reminders of one year or two.
All I can do is stare at the dark lines
And wonder how I could have been so stupid.
Healed but still there, they are;
No chance of ever ridding them.
What else can I do
But pick up the pen and write?
