Writers block. (December 28, 2007)

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited December 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Sometimes a river just doesn’t flow.
Empty ocean now, once carried far.
I am dying inside & out, a forest now, once farther than green could reach.
Every now and then beauty drops away, starless melting sky.
Tonight is longer than the moon can stand.
She is my heart.
On my pillow one dream.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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