Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

My poems sprout from pain 
My inspiration flowing like a river,
A flood has hit and it carries ink, 
With so much water how can my mind feel so dry, my inspiration so low on ink, 
The flood hit too fast, too many tables and chairs hit me when they floated by 
Too much pain to write poetry 
Too many thoughts to collect


So I stand here,
Facing the flood with the drought in my head


Praying that my head will 
Stop banging,
Praying
I will wake up and realize which one is reality