If i could physically write Without my mind getting in the way I would be better Or would i? I can't do it- How do you uncontrol yourself? I feel like I'm constantly in a fit Ramming myself against the walls of my sanity Knowing that it's there but as soon as I try to find it It disappears, and I still know I could have captured it if I had never of acknowledged it- My lucidity drives my crazy Always stopping and forcing everything that passes through it Saying what if and hows this- Haults something that would rather just come But it can't because i have an idea And hands and perseption and stupidity Contaminating itBirth sign: Gemini
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