Jul 20, 2017
Words
By: J.S.P.
Days always filled with questions, Wondering if my life serves purpose, Wondering if my uncertainties, The crumbled pages in my waste basket, Words elevate from soul to parchment. Do words really hold meaning. Do the dark corners of my mind, Deserve to be observed. Do nouns and verbs Deserve to be heard Happiness does not accommodate The ink that bleeds from my fingertips, painting my picture, Attempting to partition from this pain. To subsequently realize Pain is much louder, When inscribed.
