Tea and Prose
What is wrong with me?
Why is my mind treating me so miserably?
All I ask for are a few words..
To please my soul.
But seems like my numb mind
Is being too difficult
To let it all flow.
All I ask for are a few words
To rain down from my brain.
But every time I sit down to write
Holding this pen with all my might,
My mind remains to be distracted
Refusing to partake in my efforts
That could possibly bring me
Some glory.
i lie here again waiting for the words to come flowing
to help me describe what’s been going
how do i begin my glorious story
a lost soul in a herd constantly seeking for glory
why do i feel i do not belong
thoughts, actions, and intentions
unwanted and sometimes so wrong
they judge and look at me with hateful eyes
i look down and walk ahead
sometimes with a smirk
sometimes with fear and anguish on my mind
why am i unlike the others
staying aloof,
hurting people whom i like,
it’s not that i like to always be alone,
it’s just my racing unsteady mind,
unsatisfied with what’s in hand.
Into Words 