Nothing Breathes Failure
like the absence of words
Its a curse,
blocked synapses
callus in grief
alignment twisted
spirit connection
buried beneath
taunt me like you do
a few words
and ..
nothing
a spasm of
momentary delight
pace and rhythm
out of sight
my hands beg me to type
but the keyboard has
criticizing eyes
that do speak my name
there are stars in this sky
but not a twinkle in me
come find me
hidden beneath the sea
i am waiting,
(head in the sand)
for the words to
bring me afloat.
Wild Flower (Jess Banks) is an Australian-based writer. Recently returning from a very long break. A lover of coffee, chocolate, and sun. Peeling layers of herself and openly writing about her faults and triumphs.