PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I began today with a pen and paper pressed firm to an ideal I have lost

Words scrolling from my mind like willows in the breeze

With ease and coherence beyond my years

And no hope of standing their ground

You drain me

Like an unplugged sink I am all or nothing for you

Emptied by your absence

You pulled the plug and I have been unable to retain water since

As if tears can do anything other than smudge ink and salt can do more than leave stains on my cheeks

As if words can bring you back

I began today with a pen and paper

Pressed against philosophy and the hope one day AI could evolve to thinking

Because maybe, just maybe, that would make me feel better about loving you

I began today with pen and paper

I ended today with coffee and the realisation love’s an idea that is less than ideal

None-the-less I am sure I will start tomorrow the way I started you

Exhausted                                           

Clinging to potential

Figuring worse case scenario

I’ll always have pen and paper